The Filth and the Fable

I am that voice which guides them, I am that heedless tale
I am their rhymes, their stories; I bring a warning, listen well
'Cause behind all those childish phrases, a darker purpose waits
And when our dreams, they learn our place
(Filth) Step light through darkened hallways
(Fable) Don't tempt what's creeping there
(Filth) There's no escaping nightmares
(Fable) Not when they've become real
(Filth) No room for nursery rhymes in
(Fable) This ageless carnival
(Filth) Your head becomes a vessel
(Fable) Travel the ethereal
Just listen, their words are so macabre
History, hid in a children's song
Life lesson, one should and should not fear
Imagine, punishment so severe
Even progeny can fall to common subreption
Even progeny can fall to common subreption
All of a sudden, you've been shut in
Screan 'til you're hoarse, it will do you no good
Christ has sold his soul to the wicked
And now they're coming for yours too
Inviting, a world beyond the real
We're hiding the filth behind a veil
Resurgence of fiction's canopy
Conceal, the guise of tragedy
Even progeny can fall to common subreption
Even progeny can fall to common subreption
(These are the tales of our time)