Oh the Triffids are outside my window.
Pale black shadows
on a pale summer sky.
They want to suck me dry.
The wind it rush
and they snap mouths like crane teeth.
Battling against each other
on this blow bound day.
Triffids outside my house
wanting to come in and eat.
Terrible things.

Shake and staked there.
Mouths spilling hungry serliver
in antisipation of flesh,
the human kind
while I freeze and wait.
I hear the carnage on the side walk.
I hear screeetch of brakes.
A hot hell hole of folige.
Triffids outside my house
wanting to come in and eat.
Terrible things.

Growing tall.
Taller than the window.
5th floor strength in their stems.
Their staimens lick the air.
They can feel me breathing here.
Soon I'll be gone.
Mushed to sap.
Slivering through leaves and sunlight.
Triffids outside my house
wanting to come in and eat.
Terrible things.

From the new CD
Marshan Love Secrets