Log

I lay awake

I lay awake Inside my grave

I lay awake Inside my grave Of musty, dusty wood

I lay awake Inside my grave Of musty, dusty wood How could I know

I lay awake Inside my grave Of musty, dusty wood How could I know The things to come?

I lay awake Inside my grave Of musty, dusty wood How could I know The things to come? The horrid scream

I lay awake Inside my grave Of musty, dusty wood How could I know The things to come? The horrid scream The splash

I lay awake Inside my grave Of musty, dusty wood How could I know The things to come? The horrid scream The splash The sinking

I lay awake Inside my grave Of musty, dusty wood How could I know The things to come? The horrid scream The splash The sinking Deeper and deeper into the marsh

I lay awake Inside my grave Of musty, dusty wood How could I know The things to come? The horrid scream The splash The sinking Deeper and deeper into the marsh I burrow deeper

I lay awake Inside my grave Of musty, dusty wood How could I know The things to come? The horrid scream The splash The sinking Deeper and deeper into the marsh I burrow deeper Into the log

I lay awake Inside my grave Of musty, dusty wood How could I know The things to come? The horrid scream The splash The sinking Deeper and deeper into the marsh I burrow deeper Into the log In which I made my home

A toad can only do so much

A toad can only do so much About the horrors outside

A toad can only do so much About the horrors outside And I do not wish

A toad can only do so much About the horrors outside And I do not wish To be prey tonight.