There's nothing wrong that wasn't wrong before
No graves have opened to expel the shrieking dead
Relax, breathe deeply. Of this you can be sure:
At night there is no footstep on the floor
To fill your heart with sudden cringing dread
There's nothing wrong that wasn't wrong before.
No rudderless ship comes creaking into shore
Upon a tide of rich and vibrant red
Relax, breathe deeply. Of this you can be sure.
Unpaint your dreams of their splatterings of gore
Untwist your bowels as you lie jangle-nerved in bed
There's nothing wrong that wasn't wrong before.
Behind their screens those monsters you adore
Open their jagged mouths, screaming to be fed
Relax, breathe deeply. Of this you can be sure.
Somewhere a toddler shrieks and whines for more
And you fight the sharp-edged urge to twist its infant head
There's nothing wrong that wasn't wrong before
Relax, breathe deeply. Of this you can be sure.
