Leave me to the darkness and the dogs I'll do much better here So you never learn to pick the heavy loss Then your captive market didn't go for you this year
Now whose love will you take prepared With detachment like famine food Ease into being with disgusting care And smothered by etiquette and your invented rules
Don't let me go To the shattering of glass To the disasters of the past
Shared breath can cradle into being A shrine to your own heathen self-glory A cult I note but don't believe A testament to botherism and your coyish cruelty
And I point no fingers and place no blame Nor would I be inclined to start killing casanova While he rages with appetite that's unrestrained But you might find that you grow sick of the fare Before the feedings over
Don't let me go To this hysterical house To the shattering of glass To the disasters of the past Don't let me go
Leave me to the darkness and the dogs I'll do much better here
