[Intro] Slap my face, Scream my place, Pull my hair, Make me swear. (oh oh oh) [Verse 1] Oh yeah— (Big dog) that was a good one, but I (Got one) little thing to say: Keep it up— I'll smack you back. Little things, Little screams, Little fucking moments that crack crack crack. It was the best of times, It was the worst of crimes. It was the start of why— (why) did we do it? (Cause you were home?) [Chorus] Kill you. Make you hurt. Bleed. Break. Fading out ‘til not even breath will wake. No rhyme. No reason. No alibi. (‘Cause you were home.) (‘Cause you answered the door.) (Because I’m bored.) (Because I swore.) Ha ha ha— Oh oh oh— DAMN. [Guitar Solo] [Verse 2] Hiding under your bed—don’t try to run. Fighting back’s pointless— we’ve been watching you. The deed’ll be done. Murder weapon sinks down the river, cold. Body gets dropped where the forest holds. You're not a person. Not anymore. MEAT. Just a face. Just a shape. Just a before. Just a thing. And I like to play— break, hate, fuck. [Chorus] Kill you make you hurt bleed broke Fading until there's not even a breath. No rhyme no reason, no saying why (Cause you were home) (Cause you answered the door) (because i'm bored) (Because I could) ha ha ha oh oh oh DAMN [Bridge] There’s no truth to find. No motive. No real reason. Damn. There’s no answer to hold. No story. No season. Damn. There’s no motive to find. No real reason. No justice. No meaning. Just— Damn. [Outro] Little pig, little pig, let us in, We’ve cracked through stone, we’ve split through skin. We’ve slipped through cracks and broken locks, We whisper sweetly through the knocks. Little pig, little pig, let us through, We’ve danced with one and butchered two. The house won’t save you, walls won’t last, The breath you hold will soon be past. Let us in, and maybe—just maybe— we’ll make it quick. A flash, a grin, a single trick. Keep us out, and we’ll still come. But slower then, and far less dumb. We’ll carve our names into the floor, We’ll peel the paint, unhinge the door. You’ll hear the scrape, the steady tread, Of something worse than what you dread. Little pig, little pig, say goodnight. Whether you scream or dim the light. We’re coming in. We always do. And what we are… is up to you.
