THE STORY:
Child pornography on family computers and eerie recollections of doors shutting and locking. A subzero intuition left with echoes…echoes…echoes…
THE LYRICS:
It's all in the way
That I open up and shut off
It's all in the way that I come and roll over
Don't wanna feel no hands
Don't wanna feel no hands
In a room with a man
Made uneasy please open the door
Why do I shake like I do before I do it
I never hear one voice but I hear
Echoing...
Before an image of a three-year-old
A chance I could have been that 3 year old
Suspicions and guesses don't mean a thing
If I am wrong why do I feel
Mechanical feel like I do before I do it
I never see one face but I hear echoing...
Feel so little... block it out
Did somebody before I was able to talk?
The boy could not run if he could not walk
Did a man or a woman with blood on their knees
Hand me insecurity
Wanna throw up like I do before I do it
I never see one room but I hear echoing...
But I didn't hear a thing
But the echoing...
(It's all in the way that I am)