Driving away from your storm of lusty ambitions
from your storm of mysteriousness
Driving towards my refuge
Don't think I'm out of touch
I've felt your breath
I've been a victim of your torment
You may not think so but I know you
Sealing my heart
before you break it apart
Hiding behind my red hood
You may not think so , but I know you
I've been peeling off the lies in your truth
But you have misunderstood
Thinking I'm still feeding a basketful of cookies to poor, sick grandma
Never knowing , I've been talking to the insane wolf.
He knows you too .
