IF YOU'RE TOO SCARED WE WONT GO

(Can't you tell?)

(It should be easy, passing)

(And yet, it's like walking through mud)

(Nightmarehouse)

A quiet stare from a doe

A harsh embrace from the cold

Would your eyes still glow

Reflecting blood in the snow?

One string unsown

I heard voices below

Think there's bodies down there?

If you're too scared, we won't go

Hollow breathing overpowered by a ticking clock

Adverse to prayer but quick to kneel when he -

There's lights behind us flickering, I think we're bein' stalked

Ms. Rabbit became Ms. Roadkill on her final walk

Skin constrictin' a spine

Grotesque, yet pretty

I must opine

It's all out of pity

Would you pay with your flesh

To escape the fee?

When cold kisses your nose

Will you give in and freeze?

Pretty bows, a crown befits a doe

A pain inside your head, hummin' low, but then it grows

If you were a mouse in a trap, would you fight and gnaw?

Would you feel victory when your leg comes off?

A pretty face ripped apart

Beauty drowns and fades once set in a vase

Is the fear of decay what protects your façade?

The hole in your wrist slow dances with your heart

A leap from the nest, an attempt in forlorn

A smile veiling the true look of scorn

A life made useless from toils left torn

Smile and wince, it looks good in the porn (ah)

Would you gouge out your eyes

To not spoil the surprise?

Would you dance in the night

After he said goodbye?

Would you cut off your wrist

Carving bit by bit

If a man in a suit promised eternal bliss?

A flock of crows

Laughing at what's beheld

Are we stuck in a dream?

My legs are stuck from a spell

A gentle gust and drow

The roar of tubular bells

Would it be different

In the second circle of Hell?

A dash of sugar to sweeten up the cake

You feel claws scrapin' as it eviscerates your throat

A dash of bitter, now your saliva's opaque

You try to form words, but you just sound like a crow

Would you gouge out your eyes

To not spoil the surprise?

Would you dance in the night

After he said goodbye?

Would you cut off your wrist

Carving bit by bit

If a man in a suit promised eternal bliss?

Would you cut off your legs

To escape walking through thicket?

Would you carve up your body

For a golden ticket?

Would you smile and bow

As the curtains come down?

And as the satin drowns

Make a face like a clown