The Soundtrack Of Your Fears (Poni Hoax)

You can not tame no animal You can only try to communicate So let us try not to fall Down the path of dialectical games There is no face for you to see There's only space for you and me There is no voice for you to hear Only the soundtrack of your fear In the morning I will rince my dreams Of what is still clinging to the night I will watch you dress in front of me While the sun is singing all its lies There is no face for you to see There's only space for you and me There is no voice for you to hear Only the soundtrack of your fear Look what I've found under your bed: A spider hanging from its thread It told me that you drew its web And that you sell the eggs it laid I can not seem to control my hands They just walk on a path of their own They will use you when you're on the phone You will try then you will understand There is no face for you to see There's only space for you and me There is no voice for you to hear Only the soundtrack of your fear