I draw you in to the ether alone and all the while I plan to cut your throat A single bullet in a revolver gun. you're spinning the cylinder around and around I got my sights on you. I am the hangman, you're in my noose Fear is in you like a cancerous lung. And now you can't scream poor little lamb I saw a sign, I saw an omen. I saw you coming way down from the mountain You know I'm on to you. you are the murder, I am the killing moon Whatever you do, don't run I circle around you with a ravenous tongue. Talons hold you in the palm of my hand I can almost taste you. I am the carnivore. you are the food Whatever you do, don't run