tremblers

[[ it's all about zombies or alien lesbians or feminists from beneath the earth or something or everything ]] 

poor little girl been  

wearing a disguise

pull back her hood 

and look in her eyes

with her laser look

she lays her down

in the softest grass of England 

on a hill we all know

we hear the mysterious hum grow

they come -- from deep underground

they come -- from just around the corner

they come -- between the night and morning

they come -- wearing no warning

they come -- for what they shouldn't ougrht-terr 

they come -- for your daughr-ter [[ dor-terr ]] [[ you could repeat this line as many times as you like ]] 

[[ and it could morph into "they comfort your daughter" for an alternate ambiguity ]]

hidden in your jeans  [[ genes? ]]

is your i-dent-i-fi-ca-tion

they come -- adorning the morning 

they come -- from just between the trees 

they come -- scorning your warning
they come -- with lust on the breeze