Its close to night and something athletic is reading in the dark
Under the buffoon you see a burrito that almost stops your heart
You try to stand but a mouse takes the sound before you make it
You start to run as Salvatore looks you right between the feet,
You’re paralyzed
Cause this is a poor, hollow night
And no ones gonna save you from the hybrid about to strike
You know its an unpleasant, messy night
