little lamb bred from a pack of wolves
you control my senses
I can smell you from a decade away
but I can't feel you now
my cold feet are killer
the thumping of the wood is soothing
like the freezing breath from my lungs
your voice echoes in my head
like a lullaby putting me to sleep
ticking clock be quiet for once
I'm trying to bust an idea
sing an O for me
when was the last or the first
my red eyes can't tell or differ
dance like a freak with me
I can see the stars and the red universe behind my eyes
climb down from the tree
cause yours truly can't seem to wake up