| Look Who's Coming to Dinner Your eyes wonder in a gaze Your mind and thoughts no more than a haze You lumber back and forth day and night Giving many at dawn a fatal fright Muscles contract, and stay stiff Children play and get away with mischief While you get away with murder Nobody reports events, nobody even heard her Your skin is pasty, tongue layered in grime In your condition, living is a crime Scratching your face and peeling off flesh Your buckled fingers form round me in a mesh Choking me with a deadly gray grip You've made a thousand more like you on this trip Tackling you down though in a struggle Now me and three more of my kind you must juggle But yet, for all your lack of mobility You bring two of mine into your line of conformity With one viscous bite My friends no longer, after tonight Oh well, my power and will falters And you move in, while another saunters Pulled down to the ground You eat my flesh, devour my soul and hand me all around |