Raskolnikov A siren from somewhere floats through the wood of your door-- You break down, you offer a prayer, a prayer to the Feeling you get that collects like the dust in the corners It's all around you. "whose footsteps are these and why do they stop at my door? A shadow behind me, i swear that i've seen him before" "leave me alone I already told you all that i know Won't you leave me alone Why did you come here why can't you find your way--" Home isn't safe but you can't run now that would be suicide They can't not know, they can't know, you don't know but this isn't right A moment's conclusion floats through a premise of blood, Proud and dissonant... here in the Feeling you get that forgets to give warning before it comes To the dead and the innocent, in symbols it's: "whose hands are these and why do they stare in such mad intent? Why can't i just be that little boy lost in the crowd again?" "leave me alone I already did, more than they could have done Leave me alone But where did she come from? no-one was supposed to be--" Home isn't there unless the man who once lived there is still alive You don't not know, you don't know, all you know is this isn't right.