Tooms
Coffee flows in all directions and he takes what he needs
Thirty years of slumber, awakened only craving meat
The underground conditions always made it feel so right
Necessary bleeding, bare hands replace the need for knives
The world just won't believe truth
Or let you hibernate
And who know why they'd need to
Their frequent interruptions
You wish they'd all just go away...
Coffee stained and coated, newspapers and leaves
Buried beneath the will to hang trophies and feed
Move among the cities, feeding off the life
Precious when they're breathing
Bare hands replace the need for knives
All confused and locked away
Can't ignore the hunger, minutes pass like days
Try to fake it, good behavior pays
Only when you lie, mouths keep telling you
Hunt or investigate, searching's worth the wait to frame...
(30 years underground)
The world just won't believe truth
(Make believe they're not around)
Or let you hibernate
(Leave me lonely in the crowd)
And who knows why they'd need to
Their frequent interruptions
You wish they'd all just go away... just go away