Stay My Fangs

My tragic little ending
There's no pretending
I haven't put myself in your jaws
And as they start closing
I hear them unfolding
The words of the mantra of my flaws

The butcher doesn't bake the bread
The executioner doesn't lose his head
And the wolf at the door doesn't stay its fangs
But he doesn't have a howl quite like mine

And so I cry to the moon
When no one's around
I make no sound
Until I cry to the moon
I'll let it fester
And though hunger may bite
You won't feel my fangs tonight

Is this a secular lecture
Sounds more like conjecture
Don't tell me this was heaven sent
I'll find some semblance of worth
The meek shall inherit the earth
But I don't think that this is what they meant

Cause the butcher doesn't bake the bread
The executioner doesn't lose his head
And the wolf at the door doesn't stay its fangs
But he doesn't have a howl quite like mine

And so I cry to the moon
When no one's around
I make no sound
Until I cry to the moon
I'll let it fester
And though hunger may bite
You won't feel my fangs tonight

Be brave, be strong
Oh, they've got it all wrong
Fools only grovel before the king
Oh, forgive and forget
The latter I'd regret
When I see just what karma will bring

And until then I will cry to the moon
When no one's around
I make no sound
Until I cry to the moon
I'll let it fester and fester and fester

Ah-ooo
Ah-ooo
Ah-ooo
And though hunger may bite
You won't feel my fangs tonight