Spun tales with a soft silken voice.
Drew her in with their songs that they sung, that they sung,
She was powerless, without a choice.
They whispered nightmares into her sleeping ears,
Tormenting her even in dreams.
In the light they seemed harmless, not one of her fears,
But these creatures were not what they seemed.
They told her of fire, they told her to burn,
Showed her fury, anger, and destructive things.
She couldn’t resist, she couldn’t escape,
A puppet controlled by their gossamer strings.
They whispered her lies and she did as they said,
A weak being destined to fall.
But she’s not alone, they’re not just in her head…
There’s a silver-eyed demon inside of us all.
Tigers stalk their prey in the dead of night
Hawks swoop down on them and give them a big fright
that is why they always get it right
Sharks slowly swim around until there’s no way out
Kangaroos will hop and jump and always bounce about.
That is why they to know when to strike
Cheetahs run at the speed of light and catch them with in seconds
Bears catch with them with their bare hands when lunch time starts to beckon
But both never lose their food
however humans are more intellegent, although slightly worse
they destroy all they don’t need and move around in big angry machines
Who are you?
To yourself.
Who are you to your daughter.
Who are you to me?
Hawks swoop down on them and give them a big fright
that is why they always get it right
Sharks slowly swim around until there’s no way out
Kangaroos will hop and jump and always bounce about.
That is why they to know when to strike
Cheetahs run at the speed of light and catch them with in seconds
Bears catch with them with their bare hands when lunch time starts to beckon
But both never lose their food
however humans are more intellegent, although slightly worse
they destroy all they don’t need and move around in big angry machines
Who are you?
To yourself.
Who are you to your daughter.
Who are you to me?