we promised to come With a turn of the screw And a slip of the tongue We eclipsed one another undone Through the mist, through the woods With the night
drunk from the fountain of life from Chaos born out of love and the scythe the forest beckons with her nocturnal call to pull me close amid the baying
just once catch your eye Invisible against the words That hold you down in solitude And never let you go The way that every time My eyes just close Like lids of wooden
our madness We burnt one hundred days Time takes time to pass And I still hold some ashes to me An Occasional Dream And we'd sleep, oh so close But not really close
And now the state line felt like the Berlin Wall And there was no doubt about which side I was on Cause I built you a home in my heart With rotten wood
could see the hate When they separate And taste the salt of their tears No, no, it's all about experience Control, you might as well be wood, no good
: Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived
c'mon!) And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you Peckerwood mad cause his record went wood No respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods
We got lost in a gloomy forest in the middle of the woods we saw an old house with tired minds we knocked the door very loudly Old woman opened the wooden
the coldness rapes the lands His spirit is wandering into the night... to die! ...And he heard chimes ahead playing these enchanted notes, That lead him into a wooden
the coldness rapes the lands His spirit is wandering into the night... to DIE! ...and he heard chimes ahead playing these enchanted notes, That lead him to a wooden