The Blinders - Interlude Lyrics

In your wardrobe there are a lot of stripes
But what seems to be missing
Are the skeletons
Of the people
That you do not like

You've contemplated
On how you'd make them scream
And in your head you've fed them meat
From two-thousand-and-three

Why don't you act? Why don't you carry it through?
I guess that's just
The fantasies of a stay at home psychopath
Or this world that's making you fucking mad

The crinkle of glass
On your old tarmac
The creaking of wood
Screams in pain like it should

The glow from your lamp
Shrouds the cold and the damp
You know of the way
That you go about your day

And your weapon of choice
Is the lightness of your voice