Bring The Monster Inside in Willard Grant Conspiracy

It's midnight and
It's 90 degrees
Raining across the South End again
Out in the backyard
Backed up to the church
We're lit up
Like skeletons

I don't remember
Why I called
I don't remember
Much at all
Late at night
Wrong or right
Feels like
I'm drinking again

It's a short
Behind our eyes
It's a thousand kilowatt
Light show
It's a trick
Of the optic nerve
A spasm of memory

It's a fiction of comfort
It's a means to an end
I called the monster inside tonight
It's a mean way
To end