Go on and throw them to the wolves my sweet angels. 
Go on and lead them to the woods and run. 
You say you're not afraid when the bright sun falls away. 
But I know you're a liar you tend to give it away. 

And I think it's quite likely, I'm a terrible girl 
inside. 
And you hate my intuition as I hate my stupid rhymes. 

If you need me I'll be around, you can ask me any 
questions. 
lie or confession. 
And if you need me I'll be right here, In the seas or in 
the quarries. 
I'll have all my papers and books and calligraphy pens to 
tell your brilliant story. 

And I think it's quite likely I'm a terrible girl inside 
and you hate my intuition as I hate my wretched pride. 
So go on and throw me to the wolves my murderous angels. 
Just lead me to the naked and vicious woods and run.