Lured in by the cast of a spell
The petty little wanderer gets lost in the shuffle
Surrounded by witches
Big and bold
Dark and black
Conjuring power for their gain
No more Mr. Roam to be Free
Consumed now by the sorcerer's brew
The magick of an old fashioned tale
The force of nature has condemned you
For all that you longed for
Now binds you into the witches craft
Chaining you to the elements of the nearby
Unless you garnish your own herbal remedy
Your desires are melting away in the ***
Wake up little rabbit
The Fall is approaching
You must not get mixed up in the stew
Find your way home