Dirty Knife

So suddenly the madness came

With its whiskered, wolven, ether pangs

He locked the door and he shut the blinds

He laid down on the floor and he slept like iron

While the dirty knife worked deep into his spine

The blood runs crazy

The blood runs crazy

Cascading letters pool on the stairs

The grass is high, the cats are wild

You can't even touch the tip of their tails

And the blood runs crazy with giant strides

He sang nursery rhymes to paralyze

The wolves that eddy out the corner of his eyes

But they squared him frozen where he stood

In the glow of the furniture piled high for firewood

And the blood runs crazy with giant strides

And the woodsman failed to breach those fangs in time

So they dragged him through the underbrush

Wearing three winter coats and a dirty knife

Krichit shaleno, strekoche zubami

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