i must have crawled through your bedroom door
 in a fit of jealous breath
 perched upon the baptist foot
 of your unsuspecting bed
from the blossom rags in my jackal croon
 to the stems of this cinquefoil
 i give to you the shrapnel
 with which to sprinkle in the soil
when all the traps in the cellar go clickety click
 you know i'm gonna set them for you
yeah, for you
and all the rats in the cellar full of vermin and steps
 you know i'm gonna set them for you
yeah, for you
wash it down with harlot soap
 well, is this what you want?
 i'll paint your steps with the lilac stains
 of smelter revenant
my cutlery is rattling
 from the doorman wooden's boils
 from the bottom of my throat i beckon you
 to cut the orchid cord
when all the traps in the cellar go clickety click
 you know i'm gonna set them for you
yeah, for you
and all the rats in the cellar full of vermin and steps
 you know i'm gonna set them for you
yeah, for you
i know a girl that was woven
 from spindle and thread
 wrapped in a bivouac of taffeta
 scaffolding red
she tosses and turns
 and wakes all the children in bed
 yawning with hunger
 they take turns of nourishment
and she looks at me in the great outdoors
 and you know what she tells me?
somebody help me
 is there anybody out there that can set me free?