Tonight my haunting rises again
Under a shadow fed moon
The growing grass rose again
Thick as a bush
Tall as a bear
All night watching
Foreign figures blend together
Faces of unknown acquaintances
And known acquaintances merge
But it's all the same to me
Rooms and halls cities away
Now become neighbours
But it's all indifferent to me
I can experience things
Things I never would in reality
Death by hanging
Death by gunshot
Death by machete
Having sex on drugs
Death by drowning
Death by burning
Death by crushing
Ah fking
Mr Kennard its happening again
What is it, William?
My hands
My hands are sweaty
Can I wash my hands, please?
Alright but be quick
Oh I will, Mr Kennard
I have to see my cats tonight
And feed them
And water them
And HAVE SEX WITH THEM