Green eyes,
Sharp teeth,
Have terrorized this town since 1870.
Great cries and screams.
Soft spots of fur that have fallen like the leaves.
You wouldn't believe what I've seen.
I saw one bottle up an old man's dreams
and take them to a hideout through the trees.

Full bloom was the moon.
Yeah, I commit that spot to memory.
Deep howls and claws deep, they feed their children with our fears and fantasies.
You wouldn't believe what I've seen.
I saw them drag your daughter by the hair and drag her through the woods,
I'll take you there.

We'll catch them all by surprise.
We'll meet up at 10:45.
We'll all dress in disguise and swear they won't take us alive.
Those silver bullets won't save you, boy.
No need to arm the fleet,
We'll take them out with our nails and teeth.
Hold out your hands.
We'll take back everything we've ever lost from them.

We'll catch them all by surprise.
We'll meet up at 10:45.
We'll all dress in disguise and swear they won't take us alive.
They stockpiled the hopes and beliefs,
And left them to rot with the trees.
They beg us to join their side,
But we swore not to leave until we die!

So throw me the needle and some thread,
No need to take this as a threat.
Just here to sew my eyelids shut to keep the bow from breaking.
The pacifists have woven lines to keep their masochistic lives
away from the eyes of their prying wives,
To keep their vows from shaking.
Tell me again about the dead who dress in fur, tie up their dead
And take the lives of the innocent and will haunt you for redemption.
The ghosts can rape a haunting touch and take the sins of evil men.
I can't take those tired souls if I'm resting peaceful then.
So hold on, hold on.
These monsters will keep you afloat.
Just hold on, hold on.
Let go.
Let go.
While you're sleeping in the skin I've been shedding,
I've been peeling away at our scars.

Hold on.
Just hold...