World Class Birds

Which of course means that now we have to kill you
Murder?
Mass grave
Exit stage right
Sing the last stave
Suicide pact for the dawning dead
Whisper the cats in the back of your head
Here is what you must needs do
Lose your humanity, join the few
Last light?
Dawn the morn, dead
Zombie cats in the back of your head
Sing the fish from the deep
With mouths gaping wide
They'll rip your guts
From out your side
And play with them like yarn...