Fangs - Little Red Lung

I buried your fangs in the heart of a deep well

Your mouth was on fire and bone sore

I know you dug for years below the ground

You shouldn’t be wild inside if you’re a beast in the headlights

In an instant your predator hands reached to the throat

I knew you were waiting to die the whole time

Your legs they swung for hours in semi-spires

You shouldn’t be wild inside if you’re a beast in the headlights