the was a time i suppose, when all the noises bothered me, But circumstances interfered, and now it's to a point where we, might be deaf, or maybe blind, Frankly i, can't tell, all i know is when i shout, i can get you to tell, when it's cat against dog, and you can see through the fog, I'll be the last knife in your belly, The last wrench in your cogs it's probably doesn't matter one bit, the closing doors have shut me in, No exit, outlet, no escape, Absolutely no way to ever win, and as your car backs out my drive, The feeling isn't great but, i know I'll be there to laugh my dear, when you hit your first pig rut, When it's cat against dog, and you can see through the fog, I'll be the last knife in your belly, The last wrench in your cogs, I'm supposed to feel bad, or maybe just maybe, can you not see what happening, I'd never call you dumb of cause, That's beyond my anger, (break) or maybe not, when it's cat against dog, And you can see through the fog, I'll be the last knife in your belly, The last wrench in your cogs, it's the end of the line now, the end of a time now, And when the curtains falls my darling, You won't be the one to bow, Go ahead and go Go ahead and go i can't wait to see you fail.