Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?
I need some just to wipe guilt off my soul.
Knifed for the Master, poisoned for the Dame,
'Suicide' for the little boy that lives down the lane.
Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?
Here, have some human, I can tell from your drool.
The full moon is on and it darkens the crimson pool
As we bite into the flesh of the hours of dark.
