Evil Son

Stuck in the middle of something
Here take a corner of me
Theres no need to be gentle
Take off your corners or leave



Caught you in the middle of a car crash
With people repeating youve got lovers decease
Among the doctors and the killers and the bombs in a broken artillery
Im still learning to read



Theres nothing here to discover
So dont disturb all the others with your fear
Theres nothing here to discover
unless its real like dead men in automobiles


Broke all the handles off my windows at winter
Son, look what you made me do to myself
You broke my heart now let me brake youre teeth with the silence here



Theres nothing here to discover
So dont disturb all the others with your fear of it all
Theres nothing here to discover
unless its real like dead men in automobiles