Panic House (More Like A Voice, Less Like A Noise)

Hideaway the medicine

She's coming down the drive

Miles long though

Time is running out

Back into my cage

I'll lock the door

And I'll patiently wait

I hear the conversation

This woman is perceptive

But she won't see the mascarade

I was found by a woman

That's sure as the evening

She did the right thing

But what would mother think of

All the blood?

Why would you leave me be?