©2007 Crandall

I’ve got a taste for some raw red meat
Girl or boy, young and sweet (or old and nasty)
Transmutation as the sun goes down
Myopia makes the world so soft and round

I don’t feel like I’m coming through clear at all

3 a.m. in the produce aisle
Shiny wet fruit goes on for miles and miles
No fun bathing in the hyper-light
Everything so clean and bright and real

I don’t feel like I’m coming through clear at all

I feel alive
I’m the craven king
I’ll come in close
Yeah, I’ll make you scream

I’ve been reading the Marquis de Sade
How to tie a good knot and make it feel like love
Candles, incense I don’t mind
I’ll bring the whips, you shut the blinds

I don’t feel like I’m coming through clear at all

I feel alive
I’m the craven king
I’ll come in close
Yeah, I’ll make you scream

Daylight shoves me up against the wall
I built it up, so I’ll tear it down and down
Edges edges everywhere
I need some respite from this glare

I don’t feel like I’m coming through clear at all

I feel alive
I’m the craven king
I’ll cut you nice
Yeah, I’ll make you scream

I’ll take your dignity
And strap it to your soul
I’ll dress your wounds after
I sink my teeth right to your bones