The Duke Is Dead

On Dani Compose

It came at me like a carving frame
Like a homicidal man who got the car again
I lay there bleeding on the side of the road
Never try to dig a hole; should never try to take control

I can never escape the fog what’s black as death
It’s naught but pictures; I’m not what’s left
Then I drew a crooked circle where the bridge collapsed
But demons don’t stop; now a mass attack

It got into my brain and peeled the curtains back
Pulled the lever on the lights save for those at the back
So many cold fingers up and down my back
It always comes back; it’ll always come back