I can scream three thousand cliché lines
That I read from your lying eyes
Face the bright, red exit sign
Now face the future that you forced to find
These attacks drive through me in four,
For me to walk two steps further
From the murder weapon, from the crime scene
How much does it frighten you?
We drove for an hour or two
Searching randomly through shrubbery,
Searching for a motive
And was all you expected it to be?
Much more than just a name
Wanted it all, needed it to be
Endless decay of the ordinary
I can feel you through the phone line
Was I all you expected to be?