We lye down silent in the gravel
waiting for the wolves to pass,
I saw your expression through the shadows
and felt the madness in your glance.

They met the singer on the sidewalk
and force-fed him his last rites,
that sacred oath he had betrayed
for that creature of the night.
It's really dense inside that bouyant head
always looking for an out,
but her name and organs lay atop her chest
and he's hit the freeway now.

Every sentence that left her lips
was quickly finished in his brain
and the walk that carried her away from him
left it difficult to restrain.

It's just an hour in the dark he needs
some muffled whispers to pass the time,
but the years he waited for this moment
turned that passion into crime.

In the seconds before the saw arrived
they shared a look that could be love
but the frustration from the patience
left her head down in the mud.

03/04/2011