As I sleep, bedded down,
I'm awakened by the sounds
Of people moaning in the halls
I think there's bodies in the walls
They scream at me, they yell at me
They tug at me, are they out to get me?
They want to make peace or to talk to me
They need my help, these bodies in the wall
Under my axe, the walls crumble down
Sure enough, what have I found?
The rotting remains of human bodies
Some are screaming, some are crying
They scream at me, they yell at me
They tug at me, are they out to get me?
They want to make peace or to talk to me
They need my help, these bodies in the wall
They cry because their lives were cut short
They scream for help, their last resort
But the only way I can help these souls
Is to find the person responsible
And when I do, it will be his last call
I'll stuff his body in the wall
But he won't be dead, he'll be alive
A fair price to pay for such a violent crime
