In a labyrinth
In the clutches of the maze
Don't make a sound
Lest you'll meet his ugly gaze
The blood red stains of
Tribulations in the night
Can you make it right?
If you carry a basket of roses
You may prick yourself on the thorns
Is it really just as a simple as the days that we were born?
As the saying goes I suppose
If you f*ck with the bull
You're gonna get the horns!
Someday you may be at odds with the monster you've created
The halfway point between man and beast
The ghost that haunts this empty keep
Someday we'll find that place of mind when the chaos has abated
The snow white dress of a wedding day
The black eyed mentor's summer stay
Yeah right