Shadows of Ominous Watchers

All's gone quiet, but they're watching from the shadows. Trying to find a way that

they can say hello. Slim chance narrow, the poison cupid's arrows.

Any attempt for supply, they'll feast on your marrow. Like zombie motherfuckers

crawling out the manhole. That's how the plan goes, sick fantasy like

Van Gogh. The monster show a cut off ear, damn them in

fear. Wish these dusty widows would just disappear. There's more to

this life than meets the eye. Their sickness over compromised by Satan's

disguise. Some are aware of the chosen one's rise. Some will cut