Dreams of Cannibalism

Unhand me I am not a criminal But I've played a guilty part In the modern sense that one pretends Their life is original I wrote a book and I will call it something cynical The story is 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 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