No, you won’t be heard at all
Compared to footsteps down the hall
In the crawlspace
When it’s breathing in the night
In the spectrum of your sight
In the crawlspace
In the pale green cast of the digital clock
Why do your thoughts seem less coherent?
You’re drawn to the prey that your instincts stalk
And now your goals have come apparent
Crawlspace
Waking, dreaming, sleeping, breathing
Waking, dreaming, sleeping, breathing
Hello? Is anyone there?
I was just standing there and I was looking
The walls are made of steel
But you wonder, can it feel you
In the crawlspace?
Like a mouse inside a maze
Fighting off a midnight craze
Deep in the crawlspace
As you creep above the world below you
It all seems somewhat—somewhat surreal
For you know what it is you must do
How could they know how you feel
In the crawlspace?
Toss and turn in another night terror
Toss and turn in another night terror
This is a good, if short overview of Snakefinger's great, short career. From barely listenable outtakes through the superb arrangements of the Vestal Virgins, with some great work with the Residents throughout! Spineless Books