Accidents don't come
With bells around their necks
(The forest answers in the same way one shouts at it)
I turn to you, my love--
Watch your chest rise & fall--
We breed bigger monsters in the nights we are alone.
Fear feeds the beast.
Don't feed the beast.
Tentacles of rage are struggling to feast.
Desperation's running naked
Through the hallways of my mind
Seeking for some form of comfort
Or a place where she may hide.
Lonesome sits with yellow flowers
Waiting for her life to end--
I just keep on bearing monsters
They come prowling from my head...
Fear, feed the beast.
Come, feed the beast!
Tentacles of rage are struggling to...