Now it's all the talk of the town
Your eyes are peachy
Pink fingers dried brown
You scream and panic
Crying around
At liquifying lights
As the syllables echo empty
Sirens sound
No one can know
No one can be found
You'll bite apart their neck and scream at them down
You'll rip into their flesh
Your nothing but a hound
You pluck them in the eyes
So they can't be used as spies