Dreams of Cannibalism - Typhoon

Unhand me I am not a criminal

But I’ve played a guilty part

In the modern sense that one pretends

That love is original

I wrote a book and I will call it something cynical

The story is slow, the hero does not change

And if he can then he won’t anyway

Instead his foes and lovers all become identical

I fled the country

I thought I’d leave this behind, oh

But I built the same damn house

On every acre I could find, oh

Hey

And I tried to fake my own death

Just shake the devils from my mind

And I said

Unhand me, I am not a criminal

And if I am, I paid the man just let me go

Soon enough you will be dancing at my funeral