Twisting slowly up the walk
I wanna get this over quickly
But my body is not doing what I thought I'd make it do
The gun is getting slippery
And my vision's getting blurry
And I feel a certain panic flowing through me in waves
But I face the door now
And I notice I am knocking
I think I hear your footsteps
Or is it my throbbing head?
I see the knob is turning
As I swallow unsuccessful
But I'm raising from a sigh
The clouds are parting for the sun
Won't he listen?
Listen to me
Won't he listen?
Can't he see?
Let me in
I'm coming for mother
Let me in
Mother fucker