In regards to feminism, being a female, and the idea of walking through the woods, I am out in the dark as a man. There's a whole big world out there, and a lot of it is empty forests with paths worn through them. And women will travel these paths on their way to becoming whatever it is they want to be. But sometimes, out in those dark, wooded glens, there waits a wolf. A snarling, gnashing monstrosity designed only to reduce dreams to bone. And should a wolf lure these women off the beaten path, they are lost forever. Even if they survive, even if they make it back to the way in which a lantern has lit, they'll never be the same.
I believe men have to start thinking about what they're doing out there in the dark, and turn not into wolves, but rather into lanterns. I think we should help lead little red riding hood home, not eat her alive. When did we, as men, start believing we were better off as monsters?
A very strange, screamy, lo-fi track I threw down. Instrumental track available upon request.
It's a song sang for sinners
It's a drink drank by the mad
Love is not an answer, it's the problems we've always had
Let the gallows swing
With the drink in my veins
These words were all I ever wrote
I pray these clocks will always cast you out
And I pray, these clocks will always curse you
Cast your wishes as you may
But they'll live on, like lepers, they'll learn to see the light of day
I hope I die before I wake, 'cause you deserve less than I can take