Mark the Trail

Under cover of dark they conspired
 Release from oppression inspired
 The shackles that bound unraveled
 Ever daunting, way out untraveled
 The trap was in place, bait swallowed
 The doctor fell prey, death followed
 The fluid inside the skull plate
 Pressure driven psychopathy
 Hands round the throat
 Scalpel to the skin
 Blood falls to the cement
 Evidence compounds
 Conflagration clears the ground
 Life was strained from all in the way
 Hands round the throat
 Scalpel to the skin
 Blood falls to the cement
 Evidence compounds
 Conflagration clears the ground
 "Life is earned for those who escape!"
 "Provisions will be improvised.
 The forest is where we must hide.
 The caves, to regroup and regrow."
 Demented civilization will rise
 They hunted, they plowed
 They took all that nature allowed
 This land, overthrown
 No choice but improvisation
 Wandering fools killed and claimed
 Straying damsels captured and tamed
 Some say the witches of Milford to blame
 Nooses still swing in the forest by the flames
 Decades scrape by
 Generations born into sin
 Mutated they stalk
 Those who dare to walk in the forest
 Be wary, there is trouble abound
 A new breed of humanity
 Surviving by hunting you down