Creeping, Hunting

Creeping, crawling through the night.
Crunching, hunting stalking it's prey
Creeping, crawling it's gonna bite
Crunching hunting it strikes today.

Stalking silently springs upon you
Biting, scratching it's all around
And there's nothing, nothing you can do
Biting, scratching as you fall to the ground

Then it leaves quick as can be
Broken and bleeding you lay on the grass
With nothing at all, no-one can see
That it has attacked you and is now coming for me.