There's a village inland from the shore that might be misinformednI'm the blame for murder and discourse, I can't help thinkin:nI don't know what it is but I think I kinda like itnnI'm an outlawnnThere's a trail of blood across the floor, it's leading to the doornThere's a full moon rising from the trees, i fall to my kneesnI think I'm losin my mindnThere's something changing inside