Nobody is coming
But the windows are wide opened, and so are the doors
The second hand is tired of creeping
I'm almost non-poisonous
The spider legs knock, knock like an alarm
I'm not waiting anymore, I've went through my venom
My old fears found me
A pile of chicken bones had put them on the trail
The lights are one, the TV is working
The fears are waiting for the news
I sleep with my eyes opened
Gas. Once again, the kettle
Is boiling
All the roads are tangled
All the ways are a lie
Waiting is the venom of the lonely
Nobody is coming
The spider legs knock, knock like an alarm
I'm not waiting anymore, I've went through my venom