Stickman walks the wild again and when he talks he says*
That any way that he does anything he ends up walking straight into the lions
den
Who eats whom? Who eats whom?
Time to feed. Time to breed
It leaves in me a taste too stale, to relieve
Mother, I’ll take care of you
Like no other son would
Take me to the ferris wheels
At the end of the horizon
Stickman won’t leave the grounds today and when he does there’s nowhere there
to say hello, and flies him home to The world that he once knew so well
Who eats whom?
Who eats whom?
Time to feed. Time to breed
It leaves in me a fear so deep, I can’t breathe
Mother, I’ll take care of you like no other son would
Take me to the ferris wheels at the end of the horizon