What's that behind my back？

    What's that gnawing¹ behind my back？

    It sounds like a dog crunching² bones for marrow³.

    Bones here so old， the sun's dried up the marrow.

    What kind of dog splinters bone like that？

    Don't turn around， I hear it getting louder.

    Don't turn， don't turn， its growl⁴ is getting louder.

    Oh， don't you growl at me， nappy rabid dog.

    My joints⁵ may be cracking， but my bones ain't buried yet.

    I said， my skeleton is talking， but my bones ain't buried yet.

    Hear my belly⁶ growling⁷？ I'm hungrier than I've ever been.

    Are you baring pearly whites？ I can almost smell your mongrel breath.

    Yes， your pearlies， they are snapping， and I can smell your stinking⁸ breath.

    I'd turn around and pet you， but I've given up on pets.

    I am reaching for a stone.

    I swear my aim is sharp.

    I swear my arm is strong.

    It's growing dark， but I won't miss.

    It's darker now， but I won't miss.

    O shine down moonlight， my whole life has led to this