Wolves

Go on and throw them to the wolves my sweet angels

Go on and lead them to the woods and run

You say you're not afraid when the bright sun falls away

But I know you're a liar you tend to give it away

And I think it's quite likely I'm a terrible girl inside

And you hate my intuition as I hate my stupid rhymes

If you need me I'll be around you can ask me any questions

I'll tell you whatever you think you need to hear any lie or confession

And if you need me I'll be right here In the seas or in the quarries

I'll have all my papers and books and calligraphy pens to tell your brilliant story

And I think it's quite likely I'm a terrible girl inside

And you hate my intuition as I hate my wretched pride

So go on and throw me to the wolves my murderous angels

Just lead me to the naked and vicious woods and run