Squelettes
A round of laughter
Comes from the cupboard
The door's wide open
Welcome to
My bedroom
Des squelettes
Hang from their necks
I snapped them and stuffed them into the cupboard
'Cause I was sick of their endless laughter
Now I'm so tired I don't even bother
To lock the door or even to shut it
Now all I hear is laughter and chatter
I break their legs and spit in their eyeholes
Smash in their teeth so now who is smiling?
But it's too late, what's done is done and can't be changed
I...
The sound of fingernails
The sound of fingernails on a wooden floor
Scraping at my temples
