Can't Happen Here

Stabbing Westward

Compositor: Christopher Hall / David Suycott / Jim Sellers / Stuart Zechman / Walter Flakus

Late last night I tripped in
violent shades of green
1000 voiceless faces were chasing me
I ran through the air as thick as glue
From a 1000 fucking faces that all look like you
Through night as black as hate my spirit fled
Through branches filled with thorns my eyes bled and bled
How could I ever hope to win this race
When everytime I close my eyes I see your face
It just can't happen here (repeat)