So this track has been mixed again, and hopefully your dear, sweet heart finds it much improved. I like it, anyway. But what do I know?

Lyrics:

My whole mouth was filled with blood before I had a say
And sometimes even the soft-hearted snap and then start to look for prey
And hiding in the snow
The foxes watch to see where they'll go, so
Little rabbits, don't dally
Just make your way home

Don't hurt me...
... don't make me.

(Mother, I do not need your help. I can take care of myself.)
(No I must not love you so. God, you're just so perfect, though.)

"Victims are what we make them," he said, red all on his face
But still they go wandering away from the burrow to settle their own pace
And inching closer, marveling at my pointed ears and fangs
The duet is sung and it's old as sin
Just pick your proper phrase:

Don't hurt me...
... don't make me.

My whole mouth was filled with blood
I think I liked the taste
...
So chewing my fingers and biting my lip
I think I found my place
Hiding in the snow
The fox will watch to see where you go, so
Little rabbit, don't dally
Just make your way home
He whispers,
"Little rabbit, just make your way home."

NEW MIX: An Essay On Victims And Victimization (A Tale Of Foxes And Rabbits)

Spearheading the synthesis of patently unpleasant sounds with words rumored to induce maximum catharsis in certain test subjects.

NEW MIX: An Essay On Victims And Victimization (A Tale Of Foxes And Rabbits)

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