out in those darkened woods
lives a woman with stringy gray hair
beady brown eyes, twisted smile
she's got the mind of a crocodile
lurks in those woods closer to your house
in the night, she's as quiet as a mouse
some ledgers say she's a witch
to this community though, she's the town bitch
beware of the watcher, she'll hunt you down
gouge your eyes out and make a special soup
that's made up of you!
the watcher is in hindsight
hold on to your life
she's got a cackling laugh, a sinister grin
her long pointy nails scrape down your veins
she doesn't care about what you say or what you do
but if you cross her, all vision is on you
a woman so frail couldn't be capable of such horrors
she warned you of this before
you chose not to listen
don't you know how many people went missing?
beware of the watcher, she'll hunt you down
gouge your eyes out and make a special soup
that's made up of you!
the watcher is in hindsight
hold on to your life
the watcher
that unholy watcher