What nice eyes you have, can I keep them in my drawer?
A war is coming. A war is coming
My tongue still tastes of ash from the crematorium
A war is coming. A war is coming
That's my bigger sister with the ever grinding teeth
A war is coming. A war is coming
These sidewalks have been stepped on, there's footprints made of blood
A war is coming. A war is coming
I searched through my stomach with a fishhook
A war is coming. A war is coming
I drenched myself in mud
Once there I found a puddle
I reached in and pulled out
A worm
This war is made for me