Swim tall, through the pounding wave, little fox
Dive low, when you hear them chains, little fox
Run with hooves, take the horse, little fox
Beat the earth, through your feet, with your heart
When the open mouths find you
With their eager teeth, fangs revealed
This is not love
They do not love
They are feeding on the beats of your heart
They will leave you starving and haunted
When they come knocking, howling for more
Turn, turn, turn from them, run, run
Turn, turn, turn from them, run, run
Turn, turn, turn from them, run, run, run from them
Turn, turn, turn from them, run!
I am not loved by you
I am fed upon by you