Reports say that the bodies have been torn into pieces
With multiple puncture wounds that resemble those from antlers
Several empty bottles of whiskey were also found at the scene
Is this yet another massacre by the jackalopes?
And now, on with the show
Listen up, hear this tale
A gruesome story not for the frail
Here is how they all fell
Seen a stray, a scent of pray
Wanders, can't find it's way
Smells of booze, the scent of Jack
Lay down, ready, lock in, attack!
Eyes upon you, nowhere to run to
Antlers piercing in your back
Feel fear and sin
We're of the carnivorous kin
The reason you've lost hope
Whispers, tears all faith
An echoe sounding roaring hate
Clear your trail, remove the track
Don't pour your glass, they will attack
Hear the screams, hear the shouts
Driving you insanse
We're the rabbits chasing game
People fear these dangerous carnivores
They induce hysteria and panic
Can they ever be stopped?
Feel fear and sin
We're of the carnivorous kin
The reason you've lost hope
The game will begin
We are the shadows closing in
We are the jackalopes
Written by: Alexander Lennart Svärdh, Christer Rolf Lennartsson, Marcus Hans-Peter Sörensson, Michael Lars Lennartsson, Simon Bengt Jansson, Tobias Karlsson
