Il testo della The lad is a reptile

And then for no reason at all, there's the cocked head of confusion
Vommiting a stream of consciousness, a conversation with your house pet
Discernable only in a state of mind trailing your instinct
Perpetuated by failure and sleep deprived insanity

But then is it something we tell, something we've written down
Foreign screams too loud to silence, too hard to ignore
Set the house on fire

The understood "we" of it all, sharing his mind with satan
Barking obscenities leading to desperate conclusions
Don't stop at that light, those signs aren't meant for you
Writing that list of regrets only leads to a single answer

But then is it something we tell, something we've written down
Foreign screams too loud to silence, too hard to ignore
Set the house on fire

Tonight, it's raining flames
No one lived and now i'm free

The neighborhood gathered around making forked tounge accusations
And those memories, so unsettling, pushed their way back into vision

But then is it something we tell, something we've written down
Foreign screams too loud to silence, too hard to ignore
Set the house on fire