They Feed At Night - A Wretched Thing lyrics

Slaughtered mess on my front porch Dead neighbor screaming A faceless child in the street A funeral for every morning Awoken in a puddle of blood Naked and confused It isnt his blood, it isnt her blood He is the k**er, the wolf Not a man! A wretched thing There is nowhere in the night To search for blood, To live my wretchedness, To craft my k**ings, To live a life of torment