Crickets by Iduna

Never alone, got a story to tell.
Speak with your eyes, but you say you mean well.
I know you'd love to rip it down and out,
Better things to do than spend it in doubt.
Better alone rather than as a friend,
See you again, it'll be too soon then.
I know you live to see me torn and thin.
Scream but I'm not listening.

Ooh no, you've got a big stick, but I've got a stiff back.
You'll never keep me down.

Clap and crawl, never stay for a while.
Crickets call, no response with a smile.
Pocket picking but the picking’s thin,
Slash and burn with a dead-eyed grin.
Smoke and mirrors' got different side,
Sharpened shark teeth giving way with a lie.
One way down, no direction now.
Crickets echo in doubt.

Ooh no, you've got a big stick, but I've got a stiff back.
You'll never keep me down.

Ooh no, you've got a big stick, but I've got a stiff back.
Don't let them keep you down.
Gotta be pleasant for a snake with a crown.
You'll never keep me down.

• Alternative
• Alternative Rock
• Canada
• Ontario Politics
• Rock
• active rock
• dark
• grunge
• indie rock
• sinister
• Toronto