I must have crawled through your bedroom door in a fit of jealous breath
Perched up on the bacchus foot of your unsuspecting bed
From the blossom rags of my jackal croon
To the stems of this cinquefoil
I give to you the shrapnel with which to sprinkle in her soil because

All the traps in the cellar go clikety clack
Because you know i always set them for you
All the rats in the cellar form a vermin of steps
Yeah you know they're gonna take me to you

You wash it down with harlot soap well is this is what you want?
I'll paint your steps with the lilac stains of smelter revenant
My cutlery is rattling in the dormant wooden drawers
From the palm of my throne i beckon you
To cut the orchid chord

All the traps in the cellar go clikety clack
Because you know i always set them for you
All the rats in the cellar form a vermin of steps
Yeah you know they're gonna take me to you

I know a girl that was woven
In spindle and thread
Wrapped in a bivouac of taffeta scaffolding web
She tosses and turns
And wakes all the children in nest
Yawning with hunger
They take turns of nourishment
And she says
Somebody help me
Is there anybody that can set me free
From the mountains of avarice i beg to you
My ether turns flesh to gravel

All the traps in the cellar go clikety clack
Because you know i always set them for you
All the rats in the cellar form a vermin of steps
Yeah you know they're gonna take me to you