Murder Room

Next I put your head in the window, for everybody to see.
No one yet realizes it’s not connected, to the rest of your body.
And I throw it down, but to my surprise it never hit the ground.
I looked in the glass, and everybody stopped.
Everybody lies, and everyone’s a cop.
You will never come back, because I killed you dead.
It may look like a heart attack.
Bridge:
Does it really matter if no one really cares, if you killed a town.
Everybody wants a piece of your pie, and some expensive film.
All I never needed or wanted, is just to be alone.
Live by myself with just the bare necessities, in a single family home.
Now I look for too, being alive.
And just not being with you.
— Dinnertable