The Call of the Vague

Miscast lost pest
 He stands there with no face
 He's got no doubt in pocket
 Misfit protest
 He can hide in his skit
 He's got no bait in bucket
 At last offset, he needs blood
 He counted, "One, two, three, now"
 One more step to flip over
 Two more steps to run over
 I don't step across the line
 But I doubt if I will
 Break up myself like he did
 Blow up myself like he did
 Guess he lost that line so he's stained with the blood
 Upset fat fret
 Break slats, not yet
 He can't stand what he sees
 He's got so much pain in backpack
 At last offset...
 Five more steps to turn over
 No more step for dead rover
 I don't step across the line
 But I doubt if I will
 Break up myself like he did
 Blow up myself like he did
 Guess he lost that line so he's stained with the blood
 So vague, so thin
 So close and next to you
 There's no light that can lead you
 I just stand by and I look on
 It's fret, it's hate, it's threat
 It's rage, it's waste
 It's greed, it's plead
 They tempt me in...
 I see him too
 He's standing with no face
 He got something I don't have
 But I don't wanna care about what he got
 Don't attract me - Shut down!
 Don't pull my eyes
 And look down
 And I blink twice
 And I see sparks
 Now I'm back!