Hes above the law Unless the law is heaven sent Just enough to cause Boy to have an accident How tempting to explore What he cannot contemplate Half shut window, rattles in the wind Hear cats crying, strangled violins Make shift houses, a blanket and 2 chairs Monsters hiding, underneath the stairs Its always been the game We love to play Hes outside the door Like the rest of yesterday Down beneath the floor After birthday party games The boy who wanted more Wrapped him up in sellotape Glass cicada You know i'm just a shell Friends with spider Threw him down a well Its always been the game We love to play