Though it's true I get real nervous

A madman I am not

You've got nerve say'n I've no purpose

I serve the bond that you've since long forgot!! 



On Halloween

These teeth sink their love in vein

On Halloween

Your heart's got gaud to beat again. 



So you lock and load presumptions

Whilst I shoot em down, unhinged - unflailed!

Now you're slave to resolution

To tweedle praise trapped in my wicker cage!! 



On Halloween

These teeth sink their love in vein

On Halloween

Your heart's got gaud to beat again.