Blower

Like a killer in the state Like a rat in a maze Living in a city of freak Lives on children in the snow It’s too late you can’t go Smashes on with turning teeth Run like blower Eats like a grinder The wheels of chains Roles and roles again It was marching like a prowler Sacrifice the raw flesh You are nice, you are cash Here come the flesh eater Chattering sound of iron You smell the smoke of carbone Tell me if it’s near I’m in the snow I panic, I can’t go I see the yellow blades of danger.