The Rabinet plays guitar,
He is bad,
He lives underground,
He never does anything,
He makes it seem like he cares,
He doesn't,
He's just floppy rabbit skin with no rabbit meat or bones,
He's just a snack for the next woof that comes along,
He wouldn't even make good soup,
He has some redeeming qualities but he's too ****** for them to show right now,
He spends money on **** that he should be saving up,
He's annoying,
I don't want to listen to him,
You'll have to speak up sir
I don't speak Rabinese.

Mice like to sleep in a spot in the floor
Under your bed.

There is a little family that lives
Three to four feet
Beneath your head!

Now, they never pestered you once
No, never made a peep
All they ever did was move around when you sleep

Never took a crumb from a cupboard or cabinet
Just slept underground like Miss Mole and the Rabinet

Miss mouse and her babies all cuddled and cozy
While mister mouse works on his mystery project
And just what it is
Well I told you
Don't mind it
You never found mice
In your bedroom
Now did you?

Calibration is important when fighting them
It is said they have higher caliper weapons

Knowing your enemy, how he thinks, how he moves--
That is essential.

It is not so hopeless, it is not a joke
Not to that extent and you know it in your heart,
What this could be.

Rebuke the devil.
Rebuke the devil.
Rebuke Satan.

There are tall demons, tall demons that will tell you they are made of stone, steel
DNA, guns, money
Paucity, bad timing, fat
But they are not made of those things--
They are made of smoke
And you can walk right through them like pillars of smoke.

There is no hope for you if you walk out into the rain without at least a sunjacket on.

Pairs of dark red or black ******* are more likely to contain blood stains

Don't forget to slurp the noodle

Detectives are dissolvable
When viewed like a disease

When kept safe from infection,
Evil finds its ease

So many different methods
To burn away two pleas

For sick and sad attention,
They never wanted these

A minor operation
We'll have to cut the eyes
Oh no, the mouth is spurting on--
I guess it's telling lies
Incision at the jugular
Explosion, all the same
With one clandestine movement
You'll never know my name

I have become
Bleak

Caffeine
Nicotine
Alcohol
THC,
Weak.

Shriveled up when I felt too much
Like some cowardly, lowly mollusk,
But vines

Vines rustle as they reach
The length of your spine

That stealthy girl
I bet she's still alive

Lou
Lou had brown skin like crumpled newspaper and a voice like muddy gravel
His skin and his life hung loosely from his skeleton
Having developed fat
Having developed a slight limp

We prayed for utter salvation from the confines of a two-man cell,
But I dropped myself off

Now I could reach down my throat
And my heart would slip around this mess of blood and guts.

It might take me an hour to find it
What's next,
My brain?

In my shell

Somewhere far away
You're a fire dancing in the rain
The very same one that sang my body, too
And I just draw up what I'd do
If I could--
To try and love *you.

I think I died, he said
And stared right at the sun
The black that started swirling
Watch it overtake the sky

And sickly, from the shadow
Blossomed forth the same **** world
Only, something felt a little lighter
Something, indeed
Was missing...

Whatever it was that was missing from his skin
Left the world lighter
And so more easily let go

Like everything was aerogel
With nothing holding special hell
He remembered standing here before
With chunks torn from his heavy heart

And where he hit his head,
He fingered that old scar.

I could almost tell you something, but I'm afraid that I am dead
I whisper bleak, I love you
Try to hide the words
From God

Something just turned off in me,
I don't know what it is
I'm never sure which world I am inhabiting at present.

I'm never sure which world I am inhabiting at present,
I'm never sure which world I am inhabiting at present.

I'm never sure which world I am inhabiting at present--
I'm never sure which world I am
Inhabiting
At present.

Someone tell that little sliver she's worth being a part of.

Someone find her validation--
A gentle giant with a tender touch.

But please don't mention how I called her,
Or she might shy away
Please just love her good and proper,
She isn't here to stay

Now, I know it don't sit too pretty
Peering from the city heights
But somewhere nested there, my sliver
Sings and sings and sings despite
The noise from every animal
That ***** and eats and ***** and sleeps
My sliver that was worth it all
My sliver who was thin and deep