In the Night

In the night, in the chair He sits there, he sits tight No more cans, no more crime See the place, see the time You never know He walks light, don't know how Maybe now, in the night Oh, I know, yes I know There's no chat He's for show You never know Sees the place and tries to get the time He's slowly slipping into the slime Can't inject into his veins Blood and guff ooze out and stain Cares not that he really bleeds Death not hell is what he needs Sees the place, checks the time Some other place, some other time You never know Slipping up and down his writhing side His eyes begin to ponder pride Subjective pics of misled youth Before him lies the dreadful truth Undignifiled, Insignified His wrist on to the razor slides You never know --- In the Night - Bauhaus