Put your heart on a silver platter And I'm bowing at your feet And in the moonlight I'll go quietly And sharpen my teeth But then the twilight comes And It rips me away and I'm in the cold But all these little things I do You know that if they're coming through It's in my soul Then your knees begin to chatter And bowing to the beat Oh how the nighttime turns the sickly Into a little slab of meat But now the deed is done And it's time to run Cuz there's no one left to eat But all these little things I do You know that if they're coming through It's in my soul It's in my soul It's in my soul It's in my soul