Line and Square

Line and Square
Line and square
Line and square
Where ever you go
Beware! Beware!
Of line and square
Line and square

He hunts you in the morning
He hunts you late at night
A shadow over darkness
To fill you full of fright

A shadow he
Of grey on black
A shadow he
With darkened rack

That rips and rends
Bone from bone
Muscle from sinew
To make you his own

Shadow and black
On a field of red
Remains of his pleasures
He left for dead

Souls of his toys
Congealed to the black
Or left merely screaming
On the square of his rack

And as he watches over
This shadow of line
He eats those poor souls
While drinking blood wine

Line and square
Line and square
Where ever you go
Beware! Beware!
Of line and square
Line and square