Kimbra - Come Into My Head
It's no use, we're gonna have to fightYou've thrown your words round a thousand timesLike a child who can't empathiseYou don't speak the languageYou don't read the signs
It wasn't as if Skippy purposely went out of his way to be uncooperative. In fact, experience told him that in spite of the stereotypical behaviour of most street gang leaders, courtesy was the best way to go about doing things, whether it involved dealing with other thugs or sniffing out corrupt aristocrats. However, Faust was a mix of both, and his very being seemed to shun Skippy's courtesy – he was unbelievably rude, standoffish, and clearly wanted to make the very act of breathing around him as difficult as possible.
You wanna know what I really think?You wanna know what I really believe?There's a fire burning up in hereSee the smoke coming out of my ears
The sins of the father never dictated the sins of the son. Yet Faust was dead set on believing so. His ideals were nothing like his father's – he would never stand for the same things as that man had, and he would never allow the man near him ever again. All his life, Skippy had been trying to run from the shadow of his father constantly looming over him; renouncing his family, his name and his childhood to do so. And just as he'd finally thought he'd let go of his past once and for all, this utter bastard had simply waltzed into his life and torn that fragile illusion down.
Oh, won't you come into my head?Come inside, lie down in my headOh, won't you come into my head?I just wanna have you up in my head...
But now Faust had ventured into his territory, into his gang's hideout. He had the home field advantage now, and he would set things straight once and for all. Staring the jet-black-haired boy down, Skippy steepled his fingers and breathed out a sigh of contempt. "Now listen 'ere, ya specky wee brat." His fingers snapped once, and his grunts barred all the doors, cutting off all escape. Sitting back, he smiled contentedly. "You n' I are gonna have a talk. And when we're done, I suspect you'll be more cooperative. If not, well... I never saw no harm in beatin' some sense intae disobedient little children."
