I make no sound
while slowly gaining ground.

Prey in sight.
Get ready to feel my bite.

I'm close enough now.
You hear my growl.

Start to turn,
and the last thing you'll see is how my eyes burn

with blood-lust and hate.
Your scream signals it's much too late.

In the morning
I'll wake with tears pouring.

In this form all that matters
is how your flesh tears and tatters.

My jaws rip piece after piece.
I wonder if this nightmare will ever cease.  

Unable to control this hunger,
this monster is dragging me under.

In the morning
I'll wake with tears pouring.

The world will know it's true,
because of what I've done to you.

Yes, that's your blood spilled.
The one I loved I've killed.

There's no taming this animal inside,
I know, I've tried.

Though now it's sure to be over
since I cannot cover

my gruesome mistake.
I wish my life to take.

In the morning
I'll wake with tears pouring.

I run on all fours
trying to escape this course.

My heart pounds in my chest
as I return to my place of rest,

and when I close my eyes
the beast finally dies.

Still, I know this will all happen again soon;
just as long as there's a next full moon.

Now it's morning,
and tears are pouring.