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Suburban Coyote Original Concept Song Seen the beginning never the end Phantom thoughts where the shadows bend Menus folded, edges bleed Orders up and so is the need Morning shift, trim hedges in my mind Hello whispers, paranoia unkind Second plate served, their eyes aloud Every glance from the table's a stormy cloud Pay attention, I live in cracks unseen Low grade survival but my head's obscene What's worse than their words invade Fork scrape like screams, my mind's parade (Whoo!) Dark server, I'm stalking in time Plates stacked high, their lives intertwined Thank you, I'll be here, a fractured guy Their faces haunt while my mind divides Lies, lies, lies, lies! Lies, lies, lies, lies! Lies, lies, lies, lies! Lies, lies, lies, lies! Napkins fold like shrouds of regret They leave trails of secrets I haven't met Table for two but they'll never escape In my head their laughter takes shape The man with the tie, he hides his sins But I've seen his lies, they crawl on his skin The woman in red, a whisper in flame Her lipstick speaks guilt but she smiles the same Every plate served carries their weight Their life-drip poison on my mental state Alright fine, one more refill I'll bring But at night I'll cut through their dreams Menu screen choices, my head screams louder Behind their faces there's rot and powder The family of four, their love's a facade Their silence tells stories of lives scarred and flawed Second-hand moves but I stay stuck Reliving each word like a broken clock Tips stacked high but their voices mock Plates clatter like ghosts that never unlock The man at table nine, his hands don't rest He's hiding something, I feel it in my chest The couple by the window, so polite they pretend But I see murder in their eyes, their kindness is pretense Dark server, I'm stalking in time Plates stacked high, their lives intertwined Thank you, I'll be here, a fractured guy Their faces haunt while my mind divides Lies, lies, lies, lies! Lies, lies, lies, lies! Lies, lies, lies, lies! Lies, lies, lies, lies! Carry their stories like knives on a tray Dark server owns where their demons play Behind every smile is a masked betrayal But my mind's the only one leading the fray Song and Idea original Suburban Coyote Song, Cover, edit and ai assistance