Fast approaching monsters marching in a row
Grab what slips your mind and what your memory won't hold
Run, darling, run
I'll stall them if I can
You'll escape, and I'll be left rotting on the vine
Run, darling, run
I'll stall if I can
You'll escape, and I'll be left rotting on the vine
Avert the children's eyes
Forgets left untold
Don't look back to see
The blood river in the road
Get sweet revenge with my blood river in the road
