Live from the Wood

so many fakes.again and again and again i'm not going to teach you i'm not going to touch you i'm not going to teach you maybe i'll never touch you again and again and again white blanket white baby-animal here.in our room in our memories so many words about you they are not going to kill us they're not going to love us just footsteps and a food i know what you're gonna do devil like a child through my tears you're eating my fears eating my fears and nothing more nothing more white baby-animal and a little devil they're walking through the streets because they're trying to find our hearts but there is no hearts only muscles and blood only muscles and blood only muscles and blood only muscles and blood