Hiding within the pure white wool of a sheep,
There is a fox licking his lips in calculation.
He’ll bury from view his true intentions deep
Fooling the world with his placid presentation.
There is a fox licking his lips in calculation.
Stalking and walking behind a curtain closed
Fooling the world with his placid presentation
Only when your back is turned is his true nature exposed.
Stalking and walking behind a curtain closed;
He pretends to be a friend before sinking in his teeth.
Only when your back is turned is his true nature exposed
The cunning, conniving cowardliness, the disguised deceit
He pretends to be a friend before sinking in his teeth.
Look closely and see the lies behind his small eyes;
The cunning, conniving, cowardliness, the disguised deceit
The grudges he’s clung to overtime
Look closely and see the lies behind his small eyes;
The fake forgiveness, the stored up spite
The grudges he’s clung to overtime
While he’s sharpened up his knife.
The fake forgiveness, the stored up spite;
He then feigns innocence subsequently.
While he’s sharpened up his knife
His betrayal cuts straight through me.
He then feigns innocence subsequently,
Nothing can delete the destruction he’s devised
His betrayal cuts straight through me.
Then the fox retreats to his guiltless guise.
Nothing can delete the destruction he’s devised
He’ll bury from view his true intentions deep.
Then the fox retreats to his guiltless guise,
Hiding within the pure white wool of a sheep.
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