Monsters - Tim Booth

He took a watch on a chain from a waistcoat pocket

Unhooked the clasp

Flipped open the lid

Inside’s a universe of constellations

Said «What's the time Mr Rabbit?»

He said, «It's closing time»

Won’t be long we hit the low point on the high road

If you do your sums

Or the high point on the dirt road

Then we’ll soon be done

I said Buddy tell me how does this work

On this lamppost it read DOG

It read AND

It read EVE

It read EVOL

Backwards

Old man, what do you see

We’re just bugs heading into a windscreen

The constellations pulsed and glowed

Reading the future in the guts of a cane toad

The angle of stars when you’re conceived

The point of return written into your genes

I conceive when I breathe.

There’s monsters coming to get you

Closing time

Dreams come true

We collude

There’s monsters coming to get you

Break down or breaking through

DMTv

Give me the Nembutol

Banging at my door

Banging at my door

Stirring the witches brew

Kicking off downstairs

Banging at my door

Banging at my door

He took a bleached white bone from his pocket (an inside pocket)

Mumbled a spell

Sound like a song

Petitioned his gods with prayer as if his life depended on it

Said «What's the time Mr Rabbit?»

He said, «There is no time»

Used the bone to let some blood fall on the parched land

Then he passed it on

He let my blood spill on the parched land

I took up his song

Sang,

«Buddy tell me how does this work?»

With my blood

He wrote, AND

He wrote, EVE

He wrote, DOG

He wrote, EVOL

Backwards.

Old man, what do you see?

We’re just bugs heading into a windscreen

The constellations pulsed and glowed

I saw the future in the guts of a cane toad

The angle of stars when you’re conceived

The futures melting, melting like ice cream

I conceive when I dream

There’s monsters coming to get you

Closing time

Dreams come true

We collude

There’s monsters coming to get you

Closing time (Break down or breaking through)

Dreams come true (DMTv)

We collude (Give me the Nembutol)

Banging at my door

Banging at my door

Stirring the witches brew

Kicking off downstairs

Banging at my door

Banging at my door

We murder the hero