midnight and i can feel it coming, coming
balconies of broken glass and broken bones aren't funny
point your ears into your skull and you can hear it too
the clicks and glitches of a mind completely made a fool
cracks in pavement have been said to swallow men whole
it's best to keep your eyes down, down, down, down

this is a model home of dysfunction
a model drunk on cheap cologne-a

midnight and cigarettes are burning, burning
senseless words and lack of tact will send you turning, turning
out to the gated coop where
crooks and thieves will slow, stop, and stare

i'll graph out all the reasons
why i'm prone to cheap advances
i guess they call it symmetry

oh, break my back