i m lost in the woods take me to my bed scared of the devil horns grow from his skull hairy faces and pointed wings and a sharp nose that knows right where i go standing in front of a mirror as if he s already eaten you but you don t know it yet because he delays your thoughts and you will go to sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep and when you wake up you re only some bones and it hurts you so you can t climb a tree because he can t fly no no you can t hide he takes the shape of them oh yes and when you put your arms around it the tree shakes and is the devil laughing no you can t leave his grip and maybe run to a stream but you need your sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep everything in the woods is such oak it s simple getting lost i shot a bird and it came to life i shot a bird and it came to life i m lost in the woods take me to my bed scared of the devil horns grow from his skull hairy faces and pointed wings and a sharp nose that knows right where i go standing in front of a mirror as if he s already eaten you but you don t know it yet because he delays your thoughts and you will go to sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep