From the recording crimescene
Lyrics
They'll
string up the
yellow tape
neatly in twos
when the search has come to cease
The
men in the
suits they will
walk to the scene
to uncover what it means
They'll glace upon the river
They'll chat amongst chattering teeth
They'll see the oil rising
They'll bet that they know what they see
They'll
see to it
that you are
placed in a bag
They will send you to be cleaned
They
might cut you
open or search
for your wounds
But the truth there goes unseen
They'll contemplate your reasons
They'll question your mom and dad
They'll send their boys in swimming
For a reason they've never had
And they will find the demon in the river
They'll cringe and
they'll close their eyes
When they see how he grabbed you
And gripped your neck 'till you died
They'll say they felt his presence sizzlin'
They'll say they saw his darkness glistenin'
and the swans swam from your position
and the swimmers, they gasped for air
They found your suicide
sunken in the river