“It’s a blast with white stained teeth, seething and breathing.
Since the day I was born.
Pacing around this room, keeping me alone, slinking, stalking, deadly low.
I see it out of the corner of my eye, but I still fix upon you.
Your eyes wild like mine.
Maybe today I’ll kill it - run for the door, escape the sound, the smell, open to see you, breathe you.
Don’t let me disappear.”— Teenage Dirtbag