Bring the Monster Inside
Willard Grant Conspiracy
It's midnight and
It's 90 degrees
Raining across the South End again
Out in the backyard
Backed up to the church
We're lit up
Like skeletons
I don't remember
Why I called
I don't remember
Much at all
Late at night
Wrong or right
Feels like
I'm drinking again
It's a short
Behind our eyes
It's a thousand kilowatt
Light show
It's a trick
Of the optic nerve
A spasm of memory
It's a fiction of comfort
It's a means to an end
I called the monster inside tonight
It's a mean way
To end