pulled from the quiver by trace fingers slipping through the minder s red suede gloves a meal can be made the body is prepared a meal can be made the body is prepared red arrow sent to hurt where will she choose to strike moss rolls around wet rock like claws arrow strikes fat diving through the center of you bound by the summer lock a meal can be made bound by the summer lock a meal can be made in the distance the bell is repeating the dull morning trance ants scatter in shade hornets dart in the distance the bell is repeating the dull morning trance ants scatter in shade hornets dart which monster will hear her call whose slave will eat tonight 