Pour some acid into those eyes,
It's time to forage for souls tonight,
Don the wolf mask by your side,
Oh, Warren my boy, you've made it thus far.

Walk through graveyards and find your mind,
For it's as empty as your very own coffin,
Hide behind trees and bright green bushes,
The ghost boy is haunting 'bout this time.

His hollow dark eyes and shallow sunken chest,
The suit on his frail skin is much too large,
Ghost boy can't be bother to trip to a tailor,
Just be glad you can't see what's underneath.

For the dark hollow eyes are a mask of disguise,
And the darkness of the suit holes scares even the ebony of the sky,
Don't doubt his name- and don't scout his dens,
Warren, I must say, you're not as safe as you were anymore.

Don the leather coat that sits near the stone,
You've got to find home,
For ghost boy has ways to make you jump right out of your grotesque little mask,
He doesn't want friends,
Only something to feed.

Pour some acid into those eyes,
It's time to forage for souls tonight,
Don the wolf mask by your side,
Oh, Warren my boy, you've made it thus far.