Year of the Dog
Leave the notion of reason
Delusions fly through the room
Walk but not really moving
I am calling for you soon
Blind bargaining on my doorstep
Swept deep under the rug
Shivers felt through the vacuum
And throughout the year of the dog
Blend in with the surface
Give up your hideaway first
They're calling for us to move on
Before we all die af thirst
Revolving round the reasons
Throbbing in my skull
The closing is now in plain view
But the knife may be too dull
Mindset for the fracture
Messed up - so do beware
All the neighbors are crying
Gotta go - we've got no time to spare
Unveiled in untrodden order
With all the purpose obscured
Travelling down to the bottom
Of times your soul has endured