I will be a bird, I will be a monster,
sleeping on a perch underneath an overpass.
Passers-by will pour their eyes out,
pull at my heart and beg me to move,
but I do what I'm told and you can not pass through.
I will be a train, you will be a stow away,
creepin' down below my steaming locomotive.
And while we pour through a series of tunnels,
I'll pour my boiling water
and scald raw every inch of your skin.
And what a spectacle,
to see you all unraveled and exposed.
Well you got too close,
those hangers-on were bound to burn.
It was only a turn, I warned you, I said, "Who goes there?"
I will be a star, a very bright and shining star,
and I'll have a neutral charge and packed packed particles.
So whenever where you are,
unless you're fast as hell and you move with me,
you'll see a spectral shift the likes of which that you have never seen.
And what a spectacle,
to see me folding in on myself, I implode.
Well you got too close,
that field of force, of course you'll explode.
You will explode, I warned you, I said, "Who goes there?"