Look up, sweet darling
And realize
That hounds have come to greet us, greet us
In our demise
Scrape the fine hair from the nape of your neck
Take a breath, take a breath
Then wail your little lungs out
Don't stop, hands trembling
And shut those eyes
Just remember
Fresh blood ran through your veins a long time
And your heavy soul
To the ground it'll go
And wail its little lungs out