Odd Forms

An unpleasant sight
In a cold, distant scene
A red siren howl
From the machines
With his eyes and mouth wide open
You can sense the Grim Reaper
Breathing snakes
He died the day he was born
Breathing snakes, fade to past
He died the day he was born
With our lips intact
Put turkey blood bait
And his pale, odd forms
You can sense the Grim Reaper
Breathing snakes
He died the day he was born
Breathing snakes, fade to past
He died the day he was born
Breathing snakes
He died the day he was born
Breathing snakes, fade to past
He died the day he was born