Oh Fiend

Oh fiend, Oh fiend

the critics are pleased

a nightgown, a robe

a bundle of things

a stab to the chest

oh your such a tease

He rips at his coat

as he hangs from that rope

Oh fiend, Oh fiend

what a marvelous deed

An Erie song

sung to the ticks of a clock 

a suicide note

written in foreign font 

Oh fiend, Oh fiend

you slaughter with ease

sipping your souls

as you gather your things

you walk out the door

with no shame nor guilt

passing dead bodies

the hills over hills

The lake full of blood

your head full of drugs

Oh fiend, Oh fiend

what happened to us?