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I fear I’ve been forsaken.

I am torn awake by cries heard in my garden.

As the weeks slip away this is becoming all too common.

I ask my children “What do you need?

Do you need my affection?”

“No father, we simply must feed.”

As my father is, I am tortured by their cries.

Yet I’m no pacifist, I won’t let my family wither up and die.

Sharpen my teeth on my silver tongue.

Destroy the old and eat the young!

You’ll die alone! You’ll die alone in the labyrinthe,

well, not quite alone, if ya catch my drift.

You’ll die alone!

Well as the petals are fallin’, Oh baby, I can hear ya callin’,

Oh you are just a little small rat, Trapped in this maze.

You look so afraid, something sounds strange.

It came from that way, don’t look away.

Don’t look away. Just look at me.

Don’t look away