from behind the walls pollock cautiously observes you re blowing through the home like a hurricane shooting through the rooms like a bullet train oh nolooking for what you shouldn t you re going to wish you didn t you can find pleasure in the crux of pain it seems you ve find a way to dance on your own grave you re digging deeper when you say come out come out i heard such shouting from the wings i know you re up there lurking watching we could play a game of hot and cold your fingers nearly froze looking through those old photos it ain t a memory you re seeking it s more like a feeling inspiration s a funny thing the more the mind wilts the more of a wellspring you re getting warmer when you sing come out come out don t be so proud so obstinate i know you re up there out come out before i doubt your existence you must be somewhere out come out unveil this shroud wherever you are whoever you are or should i say whatever you are  i am you are oh oh oh oh i am i am cassius ascends the attic staircase timidly pollock rises behind the walls and assumes a new vantage point watching through various peepholes warmer warmer house on fire warmer warmer cut the telephone wire warmer warmer cried the farmer s wife warmer warmer with a carving knife warmer warmer squealed the little pig warmer warmer let me in warmer warmer you re getting hot warmer warmer you re burning up warmer warmer or have you had enough 
['emo', 'emo punk', 'indie rock', 'omaha indie', 'post-hardcore', 'screamo']