I'm the stuck pig, you just cut me out and left me in.
I'm the knowing, of all you've done and all you planned to see
I am watching while the doors close I am standing there inside
The doors close, and no one will let you in
Don't let phantoms inside.
A miscarriage, a misconception born into my brain
I'm a child who haunts these grounds and poisons all your steps
Without knowing, I'm the knowing
I'm the knowing
Serpent tongues and wet eyelids
your cruel details mean nothing less to me, to me.