Another little mystery to solve That raised eyebrow, the hint of smirk What did you just say? Just mutter under you breath So I fix another coffee and stew in the kitchen A blinding headache taking hold Shut it down, block it out Store it up, fill the hole s** it up, spit it out Spread the word, cleanse your soul And you sit there benign Your little arrows found their mark bu*ter wouldn't melt in your mouth So the dinner's made with bitterness and bile Just dead meat on the table Shut it down, block it out Store it up, fill the hole s** it up, spit it out Spread the word, cleanse your soul I slam the door on my way out To your silent smile The cold frost fills my lungs Fills my throat which is burning, by the way I walk and I walk Through the dark A pulse pounding in my temple I'm not a violent man but… Shut it down…