She takes the cage lift to the second floor | Pull focus walk down the corridor | To the door she knows so well | The nausea begins to swell | Dead Prozac eyes and a rictus grin | Staring at the blade of the guillotine | Of another day | Dull and cold and grey | The black water in the corner | Never runs dry | Keeps us going nowhere fast | Would it really kill him to say please just one time? | How did my life come to this? | Was it just something that I missed? | The social contract is a scam | And lady luck's gone on the lam | Rancid breath down the back of the neck | Home counties Hitler in Tattershall check | Should've died before he got old | Revenge is best served cold | There are little pills to make you high | To soothe you with their sweet, sweet lies | But the ones on Susie's mind | Are the ones that makes you die | A steaming cup at a quarter to nine | Black and bitter as strychnine | The boss returns her rictus smile | At roughly nine twenty five
from L'Appel Du Vide EP,
released May 4, 2015
Words & music by Maloney. Copyright control.