[Heavy, distorted guitar riff]


(Verse 1)
Dust hangs heavy on the morning air
Sun bleeds red through the chicken wire glare
Barnyard quiet, something ain't right
Feelin' a chill deep in the fading light
Used to be laughter, used to be grace
Now just a shiver on every face
The hens are restless, pecking at the ground
Listen close, hear a new kind of sound


(Pre-Chorus)
It started subtle, a twitch in the eye
A feather misplaced, a strangled cry
The girls were laughing, sunny and bold
Now their smiles are thinning, stories untold
They move in shadows, jump at a breeze
Whispering secrets through the rustling trees
Something's changing, somethin's gone wrong
This ain't no farm, this is where we don't belong


(Chorus)
Cluck, cluck, cluck, goes the devil's hen
Claw foot creeping, again and again
Chicks are changing, in the pale moonlight
Feathers sproutin', in the dead of night
Peck, peck, peck, at your fragile skin
Rotten yolk spillin' from deep within
Pretty smiles twisted, into beaks so sharp
This ain't no fairytale, this is in the dark


(Verse 2)
Remember Sarah with the ribbon in her hair?
Now she hisses, with a vacant stare
Her eyes are black beads, cold and unkind
Leaving pieces of herself behind
Little Jenny, always singing sweet
Now she squawks and stumbles on her chicken feet
They gather closer in the coop's dim haze
Lost in the madness of these cursed days


(Pre-Chorus)
The air is thick with the stench of decay
Something's been stolen, somethin's torn away
Used to be dancing, used to be fun
Now they peck and squabble beneath the setting sun
Their voices crackle, guttural and low
Where did the laughter and the beauty go?
This ain't no garden, this is a tomb
Sealed by feathers, sealed by feathered doom


(Chorus)
Cluck, cluck, cluck, goes the devil's hen
Claw foot creeping, again and again
Chicks are changing, in the pale moonlight
Feathers sproutin', in the dead of night
Peck, peck, peck, at your fragile skin
Rotten yolk spillin' from deep within
Pretty smiles twisted, into beaks so sharp
This ain't no fairytale, this is in the dark


(Bridge)
They used to gather, in the golden fields
Now they circle, what the darkness yields
A hunger rising, ancient and deep
While the living tremble, and the secrets sleep
But the secrets are waking, with a hungry call
And the feathers falling, cover one and all


[Guitar Solo]