Keba

Couch-dweller, he hides in secret
The last pair of eyes under the hall closet
Can you balance?
Can you show me yourself?

A mission to the junkyard
Just trash stretched across industrialized land

For the first time
I've found something I've been searching for
Anything, anything

His body, a bone casket
Can you keep me company, Keba?
Because I can't sleep with knives anymore