Gaping maw from a rusty saw
Snuggle with the choice
Separation anxiety
The big day is finally here
They say that time heals all wounds
But these ones will never scab
It didn’t have to be this way
Although, just between us, I’m glad
Look at that hole in the ceiling
What a shame
That’s OK, I’ll just fill it with your brains
We’re sitting in the house that pain built
This is the axe that chopped off the legs
In the house that pain built