Now dear listener, we crossed the foe The foe with the weapons and heavy cargo I am the sabre, the catapult, and bat The top of the food chain in my habitat I am the demon bearing misery and fear And I spy you convulsing from way over here I could pull you apart or I could cut you to pieces I could make you weep crimson tears from the lesions But the thing that I lust for and the thing that I'll get Is to take over your body and to be in your head