I'm lost in the woods, take me to my bed
Scared of the devil, horns grow from his skull
Hairy faces and pointed wings
And a sharp nose, that knows right where I go
Standing in front of a mirror, as if he's already eaten you
But you don't know it yet, because he delays your thoughts
And you will go to sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep.
And when you wake up, you're only some bones
And it hurts you so, you can't climb a tree
Because he can't fly, no no you can't hide
He takes the shape of them, oh yes
And when you put your arms around it, the tree shakes
And is the devil laughing, no you can't leave his grip
And maybe run to a stream, but you need your sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep.
Everything in the woods is A JOKE it's simple getting lost
I shot a bird and it came to life, I shot a bird and it came to life
I'm lost in the woods, take me to my bed
Scared of the devil, horns grow from his skull
Hairy faces and pointed wings
And a sharp nose, that knows right where I go
Standing in front of a mirror, as if he's already eaten you
But you don't know it yet, because he delays your thoughts
And you will go to sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep.
Scared of the devil, horns grow from his skull
Hairy faces and pointed wings
And a sharp nose, that knows right where I go
Standing in front of a mirror, as if he's already eaten you
But you don't know it yet, because he delays your thoughts
And you will go to sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep.
And when you wake up, you're only some bones
And it hurts you so, you can't climb a tree
Because he can't fly, no no you can't hide
He takes the shape of them, oh yes
And when you put your arms around it, the tree shakes
And is the devil laughing, no you can't leave his grip
And maybe run to a stream, but you need your sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep.
Everything in the woods is A JOKE it's simple getting lost
I shot a bird and it came to life, I shot a bird and it came to life
I'm lost in the woods, take me to my bed
Scared of the devil, horns grow from his skull
Hairy faces and pointed wings
And a sharp nose, that knows right where I go
Standing in front of a mirror, as if he's already eaten you
But you don't know it yet, because he delays your thoughts
And you will go to sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep.