Terrorvision

Cold October night
Mom and dad asleep
Creeping past their bedroom door
I hear the cries of sheep
I dance by the light of the TV screen
All night long
I watch the Medusa's eyes turn green
But my own reflection I've never seen.
Sky has turned blood red
Empty without you
Insects swarm on ripe stalks of corn My hungers getting huge
Dance by the light of the TV screen
All night long
I watch the Medusa's eyes turn green
But my own reflection I've never seen.
I looked in the mirror, and what did I see?
It must be alive A sack,
A suit with eyes and a mouth, but my own reflection I've never seen