Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window? (Take 6, Complete)

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

Oh, come crawl out your window
Use your hands and legs, it won't ruin you
How can you 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 businesslike 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, can you please come and crawl out your window?
Come use your hands and legs, it won't ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you
When you can go back to him any time you want to?

He look so righteous while your face is so changed
As you're sitting on the box you keep him in
While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange
Their religion of the little ten women
That backs up their views but your face is so bruised
Come on out, the dark is beginning

Hey, can you please come out your window?
Use your hands and legs, it won't ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you?
You can go back to him any time you want to

Oh!
Where's the window?
Come out the window!