The house was haunted with aggression night and day. Soon there would be no healthy reason left to stay. This time he saw right through the schizophrenic lies. With shaking finger he said darling meet demise. And happy days just fly away, make room for anger and dismay. There comes a time when they must pay, the flesh is weak. Out on the street he pulled the trigger once again. No wasting time now, he's the fox and they're the hen. Just out of nowhere came an old friend passing by. But when the fuse has blown, then old friends too must die. There was a reason after all, that he should take this ugly fall. There comes a time when they must crawl, the flesh is weak. The gun is empty in his hand, he looks upon this nomansland. There comes a time when none can stand, the flesh is weak.