Dinner Party of the Damned

It's getting dark and cold in the interior
Perhaps my spirit guide is a shapeshifter
A shocking tale of snakes with fair skin and hands
Maybe a pacifist will slay me where I stand, perhaps

It's getting darker
The guests have partly arrived
They're forgetting something
How they will eat you alive

The décor is dizzying, the paint has silver flakes
A tainted reservoir, filled with weak hands shake
All I can offer you, is surprise earthquake
A catered reception, with glass inside the cake

I'm forgetting something
And they guests are starting arrived
We're getting nowhere

It's getting started
The guests have already arrived
You're forgetting something
How they can

It's getting later
The guests are looking at the time
They're admitting something
How they can
How they will eat you alive

And it's harder to pretend
That I'm not waiting for the end
It's written on my skin
And it's apparent to them
Something seriously is wrong
But you're happy to be gone
And so am I