And as the white rabbit of my lost innocence places my crown of thorns upon my head I am now queen of the dirt I rot in |
True, i hold a fear, To be rendered powerless to the wolf and be devoured in all my innocence |
On the path, wooed off the road by wolf's charms, promised a dance in the lillies, true to his word, a dance left a river red. |
My Still Disturbance Behind Misleading Composure |
Trickles a shade i deny to see, My sins are blushing |
In the end, i guess i had to fall |
Balancing on the tight rope, Tempted to be pulled back to the mainstream of life |
When they wondered about me - They were right to wonder |
And as i sat in darkness, |
Loneliness may get lonely, But my obsession will keep me company |