From the backroom of my head I hear you shout
Through my animated state and sheets of late
I do my best to stay alive but from the backroom

Of my head
I hear you shout
Through my animated state


Now the emerald piper plays
Inside the bar in which you stay

It's closing time
A blow to your frail ambitions
You act just like a dumdum boy

A child deprived of all it's toys
Notorious
A man with no mission


In the sawdust from the past there is still room
For significant mistakes and muted hate

I hear a signal from the wire but from the backroom
Of my head
I hear you shout

Through my animated state

Like a king without a crown

You rode high
Were turned around
Without a crown

Beyond recognition
You need protection from yourself
You have been slipping

Cry for help or let it bleed
In your private prison