Thin like tissue, see-through black
Webbed and leaf-like, never coming back
Featherweight, in the shape of a figure eight
Flying through the dark sky,
You see her from the corner of your eye
Bat Wing
Hundred miles a minute, into her dark cave
She uses ultrasonic waves to find your grave
Bat Wing
Webbed and leaf-like, never coming back
Featherweight, in the shape of a figure eight
Flying through the dark sky,
You see her from the corner of your eye
Bat Wing
Hundred miles a minute, into her dark cave
She uses ultrasonic waves to find your grave
Bat Wing