There is Something Wicked Above The Banisters

There is something wicked above the banisters

It speaks in tongues of a much higher caliber

Fine line between hysteria and contemplation

Oozes through the floorboards: temptation

You took your thumb and stuck it into my forehead

It left a mark similar to a giant's footprint in mud

And lately, he's been running across my mind

Something else he's been trying to find

He lost it sometime in the middle of September

And with all the footprints, it's hard to remember

But I'm pretty sure he left it at work

Underneath the secretary's skirt

There's something there in the attic, but I'm scared

What if I find it and I'm not prepared?

I wonder if I should look at all

All of this is so wrong.

No, that's just him pacing back and forth 

His steps are pounding on the attic floor

They beat like drums, hallucinogenic

My head is much too energetic

Something always seems up when you're looking from down

And the neighbors wonder why I'm never around

Because I've just been laying in bed

With thumbs pressed to my head