歌词
Chased through the woods
Fearing for your life
No matter how much you scream
No one will come for you
You\'ll be my wriggling trophy
For all to see
Impaled and miserable
Slowly dying, slowly rotting
A fine display
Your beauty will shine
I\'ll make sure you don\'t die
I\'ll tend to your wounds
Your screams delight me
It\'d be a waste to lose you
It\'s a joy seeing you squirm
So pathetic
You\'re a fine addition
My wriggling trophy
Written by: Taha Mohsin
