Dreams of Cannibalism

Unhand me, I am not a criminal

But I've played a guilty part

In the modern sense that one pretends that love is original

I wrote a book and I will call it something cynical

The story's slow, the hero does not change

And if he can, then he won't anyway

Instead, his foes and lovers all become identical

I fled the country

I thought I'd leave this behind

But I built the same damn house

On every acre I could find

And I tried to fake my own death

Just to shake the devils from my mind

And I said

Unhand me, I am not a criminal

And if I am, I paid the man, just let me go

Soon enough you will be dancing at my funeral