Ropes

Water
From the bottle
Of the shining
Glass
Night
Nor the first one
And neither
The last
I've been waiting
Here for too long
And tonight
I'm not getting home

This place is strange
This place is strange, right?

This place is violent

Who are these men?
Their faces are blank
What does this mean?
Eyes are black holes
Their faces are blank
Their eyes are black

It's coming to your house
It's taking all your stuff
It's out to get you
Out to get you on the hanging

Ropes
They hang
Ropes
They wait