Les Mae Wilsonson - Interlude Lyrics

Your not alone, you know?
Watch your back
Before its broken
Hear whats coming on
Over your shoulder
Creeping whispers from behind and
Breaths unto your supple spine
A phantoms hand ever so cold
Every door frame hides their crooked
Faces! Oh a-
Their crooked faces
Hide their disposition
Behind your depravement
Faces
And hands take places
Between your ribs
Behind your back
In your afraid, chest
The voice behind your door
Is of reason
Some Babylonian whore
Committed treason
Now she seeks your refuge
Her liaison is a refute
Holding hands and handing off
The contact to your Checkov's cough (cock)
That keeps your lungs up in your throat
For unsung songs and nematodes
F*ck off the clocks
Cause I swear I ain't broke
I just wear my spoke
Pissing out the rocks
To watch the fall
Down up the drain
Come and catch the rain
While I'm standing tall, oh!
To be some british succubus demon
The birds living in my roof have all seen it
(Behind you!)
Clear coloured plastic, heartbreaker
All those dancers are depressed
Faces! Oh a-
Their f*cked-up faces
Hide their disposition
Behind your depravement
Faces
And hands take places
Inside your jaw
Behind your back
In your delayed rest
Oh-la-oh-la-oh
La La La
Oh-la-oh-la-oh
La La La