Strolling My favorite junkyard Careless I have been here before Prod and Poke nooks and crannies Guard down As I stumble around Fumbling through the piles Digging through trash It's vile Chewing through bags Meanwhile My fate had been determined As I walk amongst the valley A sharp pain shoots down my leg Broken, bleeding, screeching Hopeless, hungry, injured, Subjugation, Fox trap, has a vice grip on me Now I have a choice to make With my own flesh between my teeth I feel repulsed I almost stop because the pain is just too much The crunching of my bones against my teeth Gives me chills And to be frank is making me hungry A crimson spray Soaks my muzzle A taste of myself is all I needed Tear the skin back Exposing the muscle Gnaw through the cartilage Til the stump breaks loose My severed limb Has granted me freedom I'm taking it with me Cause it taste so good I'm bleeding out In my favorite junkyard I try to crawl away But I won't go far Hand in hand and Curled up in a bucket Gnaw on what's left of my Paw til I pass on