[Verse 1] Zack turned around to the sound of running and heavy breathing just in time to be slammed in the chest with a terrific force. Falling backwards, with his wind knocked out, he caught a glimpse of a tiny brown form sprinting in circles. Before he could attempt to gain his feet the heavy breathing returned and a massive, bulging creature stepped on his chest, pinning him down. He struggled to free himself, but was quickly win-ded and simply not strong enough to fight off the bizarrely muscular dog. Defeated, he slumped back and lay supine on the ground, waiting. [Pre-Chorus] He was startled to see a little brown creature scramble up the haunches and onto the back of the muscular dog. He let out a scream of fright and disgust. Standing in the freak-dog's shoulder was a tiny, trembling, rotting little dog. Its flesh was flaking off like strips of beef jerky, red and raw underneath mangy fur. It was shaking and shaking as it glared at him, baring its tiny little teeth in a ferocious snarl. It started making an awful, mewling, gargling sound in its throat. Over and over, getting louder and more piercing. Snarling, mewling and shaking with rage. [Chorus] Zack was completely terrified and again tried to escape, but the massive dog simply forced him to the ground, pinned feebly, struggling, but with no hope. The awful, rotting, shaking dog yelped and screeched like possessed!!! Zack was incontinent. [Verse 2] All at once the rotting dog lunged and bit Zack's chest, ripping his left pectoral. It flung the flesh and his left nipple from its mouth across the yard and let out another screeching yelp. Zack's arms and legs fluttered and flailed in a futile attempt to escape. The rotting dog attacked again and again, biting out chunks. Soon it was splashing around in a blood filled cavity where Zack's pectoral had once been. He was squealing now, more pig-like than human. Flailing and squealing. [Bridge] Suddenly the dead dog forced its way into Zack's body, head first, skin and fur de-gloving as it forced its way in. Zack's squeal now had a bubbling quality. It sounded like a weird high-pitched gargling or cackling. The dog was inside him, moving around, pushing organs aside as it explored his interstitial spaces. Zack's pain was white-hot and blinding. He vomited on himself. The vomit splashed back down on his face, choking him. The rotting dog kept squirming and squirming. It was not unlike watching a baby kicking strongly inside its mother. [Verse 3] Without warning the rotting dog bit into Zack's digestive system. It squirmed into his stomach. He was dying quickly now, but he could still feel the rotting dog squirming its way up, up, up his esophagus. His throat bulged. His body's vomit reflex helped the dog up the throat, mucus and vomit lubricating its trip. [Final Chorus] Before he drew his last breath, after the pain had subsided, Zack saw a tiny, rotting muzzle poke up out of his mouth. He had to look down his nose, and it took a few seconds for his eyes to focus. The dog thrust its head out like a grotesque weasel looking around. It stared at Zack... Glared at Zack... [Outro] Glaring... rotting... flaking... silently snarling... but most and worst of all, it just kept shaking.
