Ignoring the stranger's voices in the wood,
'Cause there is something about the voice that is familiar.
The icy tint to it, or the danger lacing it, perhaps,
Something that turns my blood to ice water.
Danger being an aphrodisiac to me,
An adrenaline junkie, the extreme the better,
The monster grins at me every time,
Until I become white, shaken, and shattered.
......
Ignoring the stranger's voices in the wood,
'Cause there is something about the voice that is familiar.
The icy tint to it, or the danger lacing it, perhaps,
Something that turns my blood to ice water.
Danger being an aphrodisiac to me,
An adrenaline junkie, the extreme the better,
The monster grins at me every time,
Until I become white, shaken, and shattered.
......