Flowers ain't no good to a dead man
In my dreams it's kill or be killed
And I see the beast in me
I howl, howl at the moon
I howl at the blood that I shed
I howl at the walls closing in
I howl, howl at the dead
I struggle
I strangle
I bludgeon
I mangle
They close in
They track me down
They trap me
They haunt me
Cover the mirrors and tear all the clothes
Cast off the last of the sins
In memory of the beast in me
