In Memory of Satan

Got my paintbox out last night

Stayed up late and wrecked this place

Woke up on the floor again

Cellphone stuck to the side of my face

Dead space on the other end

Perfect howl of emptiness

Cast my gaze around the room

Someone needs to clean up this mess

Tape up the windows

Call in a favor from an old friend

Make some scratches on my floor

Crawl down on my hands and knees

In old movies people scream

Choking on their fists when they see shadows like these

But no one screams cause it's just me

Locked up in myself

Never gonna get free

Something sacred, something blue

Cannons in the harbor dawn

I crawled down here to dig for bones

One more season then I'm gone

Black drapes over the crosses

Call in a favor from an old friend