In the basement not a sound
Can be heard above the ground,
So the ponies up above
Can go on in "peace and love."
Down below, some tasty treats
Are being made for them to eat;
Granted, at a friend's expense.
What they don't know won't hurt them.
So down in the dimly lit,
Down comes knife, another hit,
Draw it forth, eviscerate;
Soon they'll be on someone's plate.
"Help me chase away my fears"
"Help me chase away my fears"
"Help me chase away my fears"
"Help me chase away m-"