"Willard" Lyrics (Patreon)

Here are the lyrics to one of the songs slated for "In Case I Make It,".

If you leak this, everyone will have to wait for the album release date to see the rest of the lyrics.

Willard:

(Where Your Nightmares End...)

You know I couldn't hurt a fly, my friend.I'm not the type to step on ants.I've nearly cried for moths that die at porchlight lamps.More for the plights of mice than men.See, I myself have been stepped on so many timesIt's started to feel like my place.I've failed to fit in into those nests that scrape the skyIs there room for me in your cage?

Animals are people too, but these people are animalsHunt in packs and act as though that proves we can't survive aloneAnd I guess we just evolved disgust for prevention of infection thoughShame was an invention made for prisons, pales, and pest controlYeah, sure, thumbs are great and all--

But I just get bear necessities, hakuna matatas and c'est le vie'sQue sera sera's, what a crock. I meanBig talk for a chimpanzee.You might seem behind bars, but friend, this cage is inside out.It's awful out here, Socrates.

I've never understood what humans do and wantIt's quite confusing to me to try to connect.Never learned how I should feel, instincts somehow stuntedJust seem haunted by my stupid urge to protect.Until frustration makes me wish my teeth were sharp as yoursChew through their garage doors, these carnivores will no more use my heartThey'll call me crazy but their words all seem made-up to meMaybe they just need more friendship like yours.

Gather 'round Pandora's Skinner's Box, look through the one-way mirrorIf you can see in shades of gray the colors are much clearerOh, my friend, you've got a friend in me. Let's go and make more enemies.Although my eyes face forward, climb up on my shoulder, sure you'll seemy point of view. I'd bring you with me

to the office in my pocket, but the world would put us down.Lock me up and toss the keyYou might seem behind bars, but friend, this cage is inside outIt's dangerous out here, Socrates.It's lonely out here, Socrates.

(...Willard Begins!)(Tear 'em up!)(No, Willard! Willard, no!)