A song, evil when buried in the ground
Bark At The Moon with your face bright red
Stricken with a virus so sound
As I visit your burial mound
While Dropping Plates on your head
A song, evil when buried in the ground
Your own private hell, I have found
Hypnotized by the scenery, I fled
Stricken with a virus so sound
The gateway is blocked, I must be bound
Don't Tread on me, I said
A song, evil when buried in the ground
The ground I pound
Immortal, the words I fed
Stricken with a virus so sound
As the world stares at me, round
In the End, laying on my bed
A song, evil when buried in the ground
Stricken with a virus so sound