Plague of Blind Mice Lyrics

Three blind mice, three blind mice,

See how they run, see how they run.

They ran through the house, spreading the plague,

No one can stop the deadly wave.

Three blind mice, three blind mice...

William played outside with three blind mice,

Moving through the garden as daylight fades.

He held them close, unaware of the dark,

Giving them crumbs while they squirmed in his hands.

His laughter echoed softly in the breeze,

The sickness in their breath still hidden deep.

Boils appear on skin, fever grips the mind,

Standing at the edge, bodies losing time.

Blood fills up their eyes, choking with each breath,

The plague pulls them down, swallowing what's left.

Scratching in the walls, sickness on the wind,

There is nowhere safe, nowhere to begin.

Her breath was shallow as the fever set,

Her face grew pale, her voice fell into dust.

She reached for Eliza, but her strength slipped,

The stillness wrapped her body in its arms.

Her hands reached for light that wasn't there,

The darkness held her close as breath ran cold.

Boils appear on skin, fever grips the mind,

Standing at the edge, bodies losing time.

Blood fills up their eyes, choking with each breath,

The plague pulls them down, swallowing what's left.

Scratching in the walls, sickness on the wind,

There is nowhere safe, nowhere to begin.

He stood and watched as shadows filled the room,

His breath was heavy as his body gave in.

The house stood still, echoes filled the night air,

His body fell beneath the weight of time.

Blood stained the wooden floor where he had been,

The plague was silent but its grip was tight.

Boils appear on skin, fever grips the mind,

Standing at the edge, bodies losing time.

Blood fills up their eyes, choking with each breath,

The plague pulls them down, swallowing what's left.

Scratching in the walls, sickness on the wind,

There is nowhere safe, nowhere to begin.

William felt the fever rise in his skin,

The sickness burned through his fragile young bones.

He looked at the mice he held in his hands,

And the truth crept into his shaking heart.

They were never mice, but rats born of death,

Their eyes glowing red as the plague took hold.

Three blind mice, three blind mice,

See how they run, see how they run...