A fox out hunting for morsels in the night
gazes up at Artemis bathing in her light
yet unbeknown to him a wolf stirs
the morsel that he seeks now reversed
a wolf out hunting for morsels in the night
shies away from Artemis hiding from her light
yet unbeknown to him a man stirs
the morsel that he seeks now reversed
little red riding hood out in the woods
she is skipping and dancing and not seeing the wolf
that he hides so completely we don’t see
a man out hunting for morsels in the night
calls aloud to Artemis guide my spear in flight
yet unbeknown to him a god stirs
the morsel that he seeks now reversed
fee fi fo fum who’s that knocking on my door
fee fi fo fum I smell blood and much more
fee fi fo fum I can taste bone and gore
fee fi fo fum I shall eat you
are you ready for the night
little red riding hood out in the woods
she is skipping and dancing and not seeing the wolf
that he hides so completely we don’t see
little miss muffet fell down in her bush
all her honey she gave to the spider of truth
that he lies so completely we can’t see
pawns in the middle a queens at his back
the rooks left in the corner cannot get back
and all those knights and bishops
puffed up by their degrees
have left the king to somewhere yesterday
(ii) TRAPPED BY CANDLELIGHT
What if I just told you you are the stuff of dreams Lost somewhere in a crowded street
you are flames that burn like candles in the fog people are strange enough
and what if I just told you you’re trapped inside that dream dressed like honey bees
and the darkness feeds upon your candle flame trapped by candle light
would you hide your eyes would you weep for a time so i walked towards them
would you fall upon your knees begging to be free to touch their naked light
would you cry aloud in hopelessness and fear and now a honey bee
would you fall upon your knees im trapped by candle light
its time too take your life
we’re all in the river washed out into the see
in our own man made oblivion
held fast imprisoned cast out for all to see
in our own man made oblivion
spinning round in circles spirals underneath
in our own man made oblivion
little red riding hood out in the woods
she is skipping and dancing and not seeing the wolf
that he hides so completely we don’t see
little miss muffet fell down in her bush
all her honey she gave to the spider of truth
that he lies so completely we can’t see
we’re all on our road to oblivion
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