B-Roll

Did you let the credits roll

Can you fetch me another reel

Six crows sitting on my window sill

Midnight b-roll

Slitted moonbeams

Hold my hands

I'll let the projector overheat

While I sit here and try to fall asleep

The bats on the celling

The piano and ghosts

Talk back and forth

Waisting my precious time

White nightgown stained blood red

And eight different heads left out in the shed

With unused curtains that never fell

Left to cover my own personal hell

I told them that I couldn't stop the screening

I paid no mind to their desperate pleading

Crooked weathervanes and whispers I'm insane

It looks like I left my ashtray out in the rain

All I wanted was the jumps like Friedken

Can you see the screen emulate

Manufactured demons

Broken down car on the wrong night

Wrong sky

Don't let the faces of the moon

Catch you in the eye

Scorching asphalt on a cold night

Isolated footage that nobody can rewind

Did you let the credits roll

Can you fetch me another reel

Six crows sitting on my window sill

Midnight b-roll

Slitted moonbeams

Hold my hands

I'll let the projector overheat

While I sit here and try to fall asleep

The bats on the celling

The piano and ghosts

Talk back and forth

Waisting my precious time

The sculpture and the gate out in the distance

Give me somewhere to hide

Howling winds

And shattered glass

And shivering branches

Wreck what's left behind

I just tried to capture my vision

Just wanted to capture my vision

So let the credits roll

And fetch me anther reel

Let the night tear away

At the house on the hill