I lay in shadow, awaiting the moon, but i know it won't be soon.

So I lay there in fright, the day passing by, eating nothing but a French Fry.

So I sat there till midnight, and finaly got up, I got a red rimmed cup.

Satan himself touched my bare hand, then I found out I could not stand.

And so today my dreams are filled, of Satan himself, all slimy and gilled.