I’m not kidding, I’m going to assassinate it.

I’m not kidding, I’m going to assassinate it.

I’m not kidding, I’m going to annihilate it.

I’m not kidding, I’m ready to humiliate it.

I’m not kidding, I’m coming home to violate it.

Blue, the color of the sky. What was the color of its eyes? My recollection’s dark—the fire’s here, the fire’s here. The force of my survival watches over like an owl. And, fuck, if I could just recall—not lead myself right back again, not lead myself right back again—the fire’s here. The fire’s here. The fire’s here.

Better run, dear. Better run, dear, and meet me here. Better, better.

Better run, dear. Better run, dear. They’re right behind you. Better, Better.

Better, better, better run.

Where’d we hide the nonsense here in the woods? The blankets won’t hold out the maggots and the hushing eyes of the fuzz. When they start asking why, babe, we’re in trouble. We’re in trouble now. We’re in trouble. We’re in trouble now. We’re in trouble. We’re in trouble now. I can feel your heartache writhe. Take it out for love. Take it out on the wall. Take it out for one last ride, ‘cause we’re in trouble. We’re in trouble now.

Early light knifes through the trees, kills the sun. Kill the son watching from the window—"Please," was all that was sung. Ladder’s missing bottom rung. We’re in trouble. We’re in trouble now.