Sitting up late at night I tiptoe through the darkness Cold as hell black as spades Aware of my immediate surrounding In my place I escape Up into my hideout Hiding from everyone My friends all say Dave youre mental any way hey! Drift into a deeper state I stalk the cobwebbed stairways Dirt grits beneath my feet The stair creaks, I precariously sneak Hypnosis guides my hand I slipslide through the walkways Sit in grannys rockin chair Memories are whirling by yeah Reminisce in the attic Lucretia waits impatiently Cobwebs make me squint The cobra so eloquently glints Moonbeams surge through the sky The crystal balls energized Surely that like the cat waiting Lucretia rocks away luke
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 16:11:06 +0000
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