There's a madman in the forest
Wants to slice out all our organs
Fry them up like they were mutton
Gotta tell ya, that's a problem
Wish my brain would stop a-churnin'
With ways our plan won't be workin'
Need to keep our lips shut tight
Just one sound will pierce the night
Goddamnit

Dead of night is not as clear as day
Need to watch where feet may fall
And yours had to go and find
The loudest stick of them all, yeah-eah

That may well have been a flare light
Our stealthy ways are done
Now the slasher will have all our skin
If I don't get you first, bud, yeah-eah

Honestly, it might be worth it
To leave you, 'cause you deserve it
Broke the sole twig of the hour
Now you'll feel his chainsaw's power
What he does to you will stall him
While we flee, that sole twig called him
Kinda ruthless, I'll admit
But that's on you for that stick
Good riddance