Animal, Animal, Animal!
Eight, perhaps nine
All turning around
All coiling around
No chance for explanation
No excuses for you
It would all be a lie
Never to see your face
Hearing your voice won’t be an issue
No more jokes I’ll never hear
Crippling awareness is futile
whilst the resistance cannot resist.
One long tell of lie after lie
bringing trauma and loss
My head is dead
You changed my mind.
Animal, Animal. Oh animal.
You were the ones for me
You knew better
Fields would be a fine place for you.