Sinew stretches long
Muscles pushing strong
Three behind and three in front
At death's door there's no place to run
Sharp points, they tend to silence
When placed between your eyelids
Convulsions twist and jerk the frame
Especially when oxygen leaves the brain
Oooh, ooh almost
You almost got away
Little pieces scattered about
Your former flesh inside my mouth
You were quick, but I am studied
Your skin hangs from me, dry and bloodied