Mortimer Nova The Lad Is A Reptile
And then for no reason at all
There's the cocked head of confusion
Vommiting a stream of consciousness
A conversation with your house pet
Discernable only in a state of mind
Trailing your instinct
Perpetuated by failure
And sleep deprived insanity
But then is it something we tell
Something we've written down
Foreign screams too loud to silence
Too hard to ignore
Set the house on fire
The understood "we" of it all
Sharing his mind with satan
Barking obscenities
Leading to desperate conclusions
Don't stop at that light
Those signs aren't meant for you
Writing that list of regrets
Only leads to a single answer
But then is it something we tell
Something we've written down
Foreign screams too loud to silence
Too hard to ignore
Set the house on fire
Tonight, it's raining flames
No one lived and now I'm free
The neighborhood gathered around
Making forked tounge accusations
And those memories, so unsettling
Pushed their way back into vision
But then is it something we tell
Something we've written down
Foreign screams too loud to silence
Too hard to ignore
Set the house on fire
