Citizen Cain - The Hunting of Johnny Eue lyrics

A fox out hunting for morsels in the night Gazes up at Artemis bathing in her light Yet unbeknown to him a wolf stirs The morsel that he seeks now reversed A wolf out hunting for morsels in the night Shies away from Artemis hiding from her light Yet unbeknown to him a man stirs The morsel that he seeks now reversed Little red riding hood out in the woods She is skipping and dancing and not seeing the wolf That he hides so completely we don't see A man out hunting for morsels in the night Calls aloud to Artemis guide my spear in flight Yet unbeknown to him a god stirs The morsel that he seeks now reversed Fee fi fo fum who's that knocking on my door Fee fi fo fum I smell blood and much more Fee fi fo fum I can taste bone and gore Fee fi fo fum I shall eat you Are you ready for the night Little red riding hood out in the woods She is skipping and dancing and not seeing the wolf That he hides so completely we don't see Little miss muffet fell down in her bush All her honey she gave to the spider of truth That he lies so completely we can't see Pawns in the middle a queens at his back The rooks left in the corner cannot get back And all those knights and bishops Puffed up by their degrees Have left the king to somewhere yesterday (ii) TRAPPED BY CANDLELIGHT What if I just told you you are the stuff of dreams Lost somewhere in a crowded street You are flames that burn like candles in the fog people are strange enough And what if I just told you you're trapped inside that dream dressed like honey bees And the darkness feeds upon your candle flame trapped by candle light Would you hide your eyes would you weep for a time so i walked towards them Would you fall upon your knees begging to be free to touch their naked light Would you cry aloud in hopelessness and fear and now a honey bee Would you fall upon your knees im trapped by candle light Its time too take your life We're all in the river washed out into the see In our own man made oblivion Held fast imprisoned cast out for all to see In our own man made oblivion Spinning round in circles spirals underneath In our own man made oblivion Little red riding hood out in the woods She is skipping and dancing and not seeing the wolf That he hides so completely we don't see Little miss muffet fell down in her bush All her honey she gave to the spider of truth That he lies so completely we can't see We're all on our road to oblivion