Do you sense that big, black beast?
It's sitting in the back of the room.
Its sharp, white teeth are
And what they're dripping' s red.
Its mouth is in a grin
that stretches from side to side.
In the corner, red drool slips out.
And it's grinning, still grinning.
Its eyes glow green in the dark,
But red in the middle of the light.
It won't hesitate to eat your head,
It won't feel regret as it burps.
So ignore the beast, for he feeds
upon your anger and lies.
He grows larger with your attention
and shrinks as he's left in the dark.