Deck the Halls
Deck the halls with
Rotting matter.
Oh stop that screaming
And the clatter.
…
Send Slashers to
Hunt down the dregs.
Slice 'em, dice 'em,
Watch them beg.
…
With hands from elbows
And our chests,
We can decorate
The best.
…
This mighty ship that
Was once bland,
Has been marked,
By our fair brand.
…
And as we see
A ship approach,
We know that we can
Snare more hosts.
…
For all of us
Are fast and cunning.
Bringing death
To prey that's running.
…
The new arrivals
Shall all die.
While our artworks,
Please our eyes.
…
A floating home,
That's what we've made.
And the former tenants
Are afraid.
…
So be it by claws
Or vacuum's space.
We'll clear this mess,
The human race.
