From this hillside
Covered in carnivorous roses...

Molly ran away as far as the police are concerned
Rebecca went to the shop and never returned...

All those days you thought
You were on your own...

In the way I find this night
Solitary, calm and lone...

I saw you there
Too docile to care...

O’er the garden wall
Too nimble to fall...

Roll up everybody
See the circus of freaks...

These animals were picked for the waste they make
So that your roses could grow strong in time...

Once again I’m inside this room
Four walls and no doors or windows...

Scratch and scrape
Pin pricks everywhere...

Maybe it was bopeep that killed her sheep
And maybe there’s a cannibal that looks after...

Ghost man go slow
Neck tie to necro...