You're the filthy creature
Crouched in the shadows
Of a street light

Hunched over your catch
%#@!, she's barely alive
Blood dried up and caked in her hair

Her face just a bloody mess
Just when you think you're gonna
Finish the job

Martha comes along
Just to set things straight.


Gaping mouth
Full of razor-sharp teeth
All seeing eyes

She's staring you down.



She shatters your skull
In her vice-like grip
She tears your head off

Your victim gets sick
Lucky for you she wasn't dead
You just lost your head

Your brains oozing out
From between her fingers
Your blood wets her lips.


Grinning like an undertaker
Ready to dress a corpse

Grinning like an undertaker
Ready to dress a corpse