Probo

I was your date
I walk into your house
And in a lovely way
I take the tables apart

Traveling in time
Complete with the self
I won’t delay
To take the tables apart

Not again
Calling my reign
I take the tables apart

I can’t unhear
The demon god
Spitting in my ear

Take the tables apart
Take the tables apart
Take the tables apart

So you take to him
Marching down
Marching down
Marching down
Marching down

We own the night
When all light falls away
We own the night
And all holiday