X'ed Out and Tired

Hear the feeding in the back of my head
 Angel from the under is inside it
 Living upstairs makes the basement seem so distant
 Sometimes windowless and more like pavement
 If I need to spit out something that I didn't mean to swallow
 Maybe next time I'll try and be more careful
 Man in the corner of the web where it's dark keeps screaming
 Tired of the same old song that you still believe in
 Creepy crawl just like in the song from before is a mean gent
 Maybe not mean 'cause he doesn't speak and I don't know him
 Wonder what he'd say if he talked like another man
 Nothing too important just a ramble
 Maybe I'm just tired and I really should go to sleep