Crimes of the Heart

I got off at your stop, at my stock's sudden drop I'm a trusted doorstop or a paperweight, taciturn, inanimate I can sit on your shelf, like ashes foretell A spirit in hell while the living sleep right on through Take a shortcut And I coulda called I suppose, I'm the thorn on your rose I'm the emperor's new clothes And I make it look easier every time If you'da left it to me who knows where we would be Reading fortunes for free in someone else's goldmine Survey my breaker like cheap wine You let it in sometimes A floodgate you can pantomime You let it in sometimes In every crime of the heart, you'll rip yourself apart It's outsider art, provokes every emotion And it may bewilder a few, it's an unpleasant view You're an agent of truth, twisted up at the tail end You play the villain like a violin It comes from within Darkness you can befriend It comes from within It's a dead end Don't overextend Hail the darkness you can befriend It's a dead end Don't overextend Hail the darkness you can befriend