You've no idea what these hands will do
Once you fall fast asleep.
In the dark they'll slowly feel around,
For with your soul to keep.
Until you fade into another realm,
Breaths become quite deep,
Then with (only dreamed of) precision,
Around your throat they'll creep,
These nails will find their throbbing foe,
Then your blood will start to seep.
For you've sown nothing but a nightmare, baby!
And that's exactly what you'll reap!