F(UCK)ear is stupid, and so am I(T)

There once was a young woman named Holly

She slept at the edge of her bed

Her arms dangled down

and a man dressed in red

kept poking her innocent head

 

Holly? Holly?

He whispered 

Then he screamed

in horror and dread 

 

She jolted awake

But her eyes were still dead 

 

Perfect, he said

 

He came back the next day

While she was undressed 

and cast unbelievable spells 

He hurried away

scheming of other ways 

To trap her to ways that he’s bled 

 

Torture? No, he says

Just business

Like the olden days 

You respect your elders 

Even if they were spenders 

Of women’s good wealth and good strength

 

Pesticide 

What’s left is mine 

He moves in mysterious ways 

Don’t want the full picture 

The devil’s the details 

Mr. Wood 

Your daughter

Is she dead?