The Tango Crispy

There was a man small and meek in his head
He wore red like the roses
The little girl deceived before his lies as time went by
He failed to hide his selfishness from his petty little mind

It's our fate he would say
She never found a chance to escape
But she feared him so much, so much
But was much too kind, too kind to cut at their romantic ties

But even in good times he'd insist he get more, and more, and more of her affection
He carved her name into his wrist
She longed for him to take his bitching elsewhere
Constantly reminded of her fragileness
The deeper she fell in love, the harder it got to see the devil in him

Lobotomy, the only cure for his jealousy, so I gotta break away, run far away
It's a curse, that only gets worse
So I must be the first
To break away, break from these, break from these, break these chains

He's hard on the outside, soft on the inside
Begs for my empathy through his pathetic threats
He's nothing but a brittle pile of flesh
The lightest little tap it would shatter all of him
And just like Norman Bates, I'll be a murder case, he can't even face reality
His tiny personality slowly chips away, I guess that's where he gets his name Crispy

But even in good times he'd insist he get more, and more, and more of her affection
He carved her name into his wrist
She longed for him to take his bitching elsewhere
Constantly reminded of her fragileness
The deeper she fell in love, the harder it got to see the devil in him

Lobotomy, the only cure for his jealousy, so I gotta break away, run far away
It's a curse, that only gets worse
So I must be the first
To break away, break from these, break from these, break these chains