There's a new sound hummingnYou can hear it in the airnAnd if you listen harder, nThis is it, this is itnnThere's always so much talking about nWhat's the look, where's the hooknThat if you blink you’ll miss it, nWhere's the dotted line?nI'll sign to be a vampirennCry your eyes out nThis nightnnIs that left, is that a riot?nnNow that the train is leaving, nFull of sheep follow dogs to the pigs in the hallsnAnd if you miss that feeling, nChange your clothes, change your name, nDon't stay the samennIt's as if everyone is walking about nWith hooks in their mouthsnAnd when they blink they’ll miss it, nThrown on the pile, we've lost another vampirennCry your eyes out nThis nightnnIs that left, is that a riot?