Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window? (Take 17)

He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks
Preoccupied with his vengeance
Cursing the dead that can't answer him back
You know that he has no intentions
Of looking your way, unless it's to say
That he needs you to test his inventions

Hey, crawl out your window
Come on, don't say it will ruin you
Come on, don't say he will haunt you
You can go back to him any time you want to

He looks so truthful, is this how he feels?
Trying to peel the moon and expose it
With his business-like anger and his bloodhounds that kneel
If he needs a third eye, he just grows it
He just needs you to talk or to hand him his chalk
Or pick it up after he throws it

Hey, crawl out your window
Come on, don't say it will ruin you
Come on, don't say he will haunt you
You can go back to him any time you want to

Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed?
Are you frightened of the box you keep him in
While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange?
Their religion of little ten women
To back up their views, but your face is so bruised
Come on out, the dark is beginning

Ah, come on, out your window
Come on, don't say it will ruin you
Come on, don't say he will haunt you
You can go back to him any time you want to