Little black riding hood picking her battles up along the road
Little dress, little death, little she wrote
On a note, saying she will be back for more
More or less comforting comes from his smile
Making it easy doesn't fit with his style
Howling when he smells you comes natural when he's close by
And, as the smoke above the houses turns into a clouded mist
I walk the little streets
All I see is wrong
Kaleidoscope monstrosities, frantic abnormalities
‘cause I cannot look through broken windows
Vile and Vicious walk hand in hand, cobblestones thick as they stride
They'll feed you with candy until you are blind
Walking on hot coals if you dare tempt your fate
And, as the smoke above the houses turns into a clouded mist
I walk the little streets
All I see is wrong
Kaleidoscope monstrosities, frantic abnormalities
‘cause I cannot look
All I see is wrong
Kaleidoscope monstrosities, frantic abnormalities
‘cause I cannot look
through broken windows
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