Raider II Testo

A fist will make you understand intention
to raise alarm is underhand, so I cut off the phone.
I bind you up with tape and catch some tv
It's getting late, the shadows in the street are watching us.

Check for fibers in the gaps between the teeth, the floorboards,
Check the fingerprints, go through the thrash.
Maybe I just wanted some attention,
compulsion seeks its own way in rejection of the light.
Every story needs to have an ending, we might as well give up all this pretending and clear the air.

The night is crawling closer to the action,
your mouth is driving me into distraction, you talk too much.
Well every story needs to have an ending,
we might as well give up all this pretending and clear the air.

A plague inside your home - I'm raider
Defilling all you own - raider
A cat among the crows - I'm raider
The butcher and his prose - I'm raider.