Coming back, I'm coming back. Alone, I fight these animals. Alone, until I get home. We ride, we ride, we ride She follows me into the woods, Takes me home. We ride it all out. We ride it all Slow, slow me down,

Chest bursts like John Hurt Coming out of the woods Oh, coming out of the woodwork And oh, coming out of the woodwork Do you know where you go You're headed on the strings For the E-X-T-I-N-C-T