(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