the watcher

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