Murderer
Darkness wraps my molten feet
I am disabled
The murderer in the woods
Sees what I am not
No one knows my disease

At the dinnertable
It's easy to pretend
All the while
My mind walks and
My silence talks

The room's shrinking small
Wring my neck up the wall
Apply rubberband pressure
The murderer in the woods
Has taken my knife

Do you feel up and down
And left is right
Do you feel infinite
Do you feel infinite
The murderer in the woods
Points his dull knife
Alone and turning grey
Pеople wish him away
Time for him to say