House Organ

This frame... it does nothing to soothe Thoughts of worst-case seep through its fiber This frame... ignites every step Engulf the shadows it creates Smash, ignite Destroy the creeping eyes Hang the rope Destroy this weakened frame Two eyes lock onto my pulse Love comes crashing on my conscience Change my focus Lift my spirit... Boy Change my focus You are my spirit Boy The crimson moon shines down Hold your tongue, let me speak There's more to this than it may seem