little shards under little feet
crush souls and catch our bones to shred
while we watch the blood moon set discreet
and our hearts wish that our minds were dead
little monsters running free
keep all our secrets far and wide;
they know the demons that we see
and they know how civilians manage to hide
little darlings play hide and seek
count from one and two and three
follow the floorboards every creek
find the body at the hanging tree
little eyes and broken skin
capture secrets we had to sell;
the flesh that keeps the mind within
hold horrors we can never tell
