The Loud Candy Hour

Here is a parable to drink about I fear
In the year of the wolf
Got my head growing dark
At the fair

In the eyes of the wizard
Only knives for the stranger
Under skies she’s arriving
Stars and stripes for the candy girls
In the loudest of hours waiting

Dig your grave with a matchstick
Held by plastic hands what shake
Making deals in the dark wake you up with a spark
You’re a slave

Your disguise is detected
Only knives for the stranger
Under skies she’s arriving
Stars and stripes for the candy girls

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