The Call of the Vague

Miscast lost pest

He stands there with no face
He's got no doubt in pocket
Misfit protest
He can hide in his skit
He's got no bait in bucket

At last offset, he needs blood
He counted, "One, two, three, now"

One more step to flip over
Two more steps to run over
I don't step across the line
But I doubt if I will

Break up myself like he did
Blow up myself like he did
Guess he lost that line so he's stained with the blood

Upset fat fret
Break slats, not yet

He can't stand what he sees
He's got so much pain in backpack
At last offset…

Five more steps to turn over
No more step for dead rover
I don't step across the line
But I doubt if I will

Break up myself like he did
Blow up myself like he did
Guess he lost that line so he's stained with the blood

So vague, so thin
So close and next to you
There's no light that can lead you
I just stand by and I look on

It's fret, it's hate, it's threat
It's rage, it's waste
It's greed, it's plead
They tempt me in…

I see him too
He's standing with no face
He got something I don't have
But I don't wanna care about what he got

Don't attract me – Shut down!
Don't pull my eyes
And look down
And I blink twice
And I see sparks

Now I'm back!