Despite my safety guaranteed,

There’s something out there in the mist;

The horse’s corpse shall always bleed.

A question solved is what I need,

A question that does not exist,

Despite my safety guaranteed.

It’s said that you’re the beast you feed,

Yet still the burning urge persists;

The horse’s corpse shall always bleed.

Obsess over a past mideed;

It staves the call to the abyss,

Despite my safety guaranteed.

I know the danger of my lead,

And half my thoughts must be dismissed;

The horse’s corpse shall always bleed.

I am a warning you must heed;

Despite what I might still insist,

Despite my safety guaranteed,

The horse’s corpse shall always bleed.