The writing on the wall
They'll be studying it for long
Words fill lungs
Exhale like blood
Puzzle pieces all
He's walking his dog past the corner store
They'd never suppose
The eyes he's closed
His smile seems to glow
Sights and sounds can be deceiving
There's a monster in this brownstone
He's knows he don't belong here but he loves the taste of marrow
Sights and sounds can be deceiving
There's a monster in this brownstone
The writing on the wall
They'll be studying it for long
He's knows he don't belong here but he loves the taste of marrow
He knows he'll die a free man and he loves the taste of marrow
John - Guitar
Nick - Bass, Vocals
Steve - Drums, Solo
