[Verse 1] Through the forest, I’m stitched to the path, Red cape like a wound, dripping aftermath. The trees claw the sky, their fingers obscene, Whispering secrets no child should’ve seen. Grandmother’s house, a pulse in the dark, But the Wolf’s teeth gleam, a guttural spark. I was a girl, all basket and braid, Till his shadow fell heavy, a debt to be paid. His eyes, twin moons, carved holes in my skin, Swallowed my name where the nightmares begin. [Chorus] Oh, Red, Red, you’re caught in the maw, The Wolf’s breath is a blade, and his hunger’s the law. No huntsman to cut through the tangle of dread, Just the girl and the beast in the forest’s red bed. Wake up, Little Red, from the blood in your dream, The fairy tale’s torn at its bone-white seam. [Verse 2] His voice was a hymn, all velvet and rot, “Little girl, little girl, what have you brought?” The basket’s spilled—bread crumbs and wine, My innocence crushed in the roots and the vine. He wore her face, oh, Grandmother’s grin, But the teeth were too long, and the jaws caved in. He thrust into my belly, a womb full of knives, Felt the world turn to ash where the fairy tale thrives. His claws in my hair, his growl in my throat, I’m drowning in fur, and the stars won’t float. [Chorus] Oh, Red, Red, you’re caught in the maw, The Wolf’s breath is a blade, and his hunger’s the law. No huntsman to cut through the tangle of dread, Just the girl and the beast in the forest’s red bed. Wake up, Little Red, from the blood in your dream, The fairy tale’s torn at its bone-white seam. [Bridge] The mirror’s cracked open, it shows me his face, My father, my hunter, my shadow’s embrace. Did I call him closer? Did I weave the spell? Did I beg for the dark where the wild things dwell? The cape’s stained forever, it clings like a scar, Each thread’s a reminder of who we really are. I’m stitched to the story, no way to unspool, The girl and the Wolf in a fairy-tale duel. His teeth in my heart, his howl in my head, I’m alive, but I’m buried in Little Red’s bed. [Chorus] Oh, Red, Red, you’re caught in the maw, The Wolf’s breath is a blade, and his hunger’s the law. No huntsman to cut through the tangle of dread, Just the girl and the beast in the forest’s red bed. Wake up, Little Red, from the blood in your dream, The fairy tale’s torn at its bone-white seam. [Outro] The woods never end, they grow in my mind, Each branch a regret, each root a bind. I’m Little Red Riding Hood, cursed to repeat, The Wolf at my heels, and the blood at my feet. No waking, no saving, no light through the trees, Just the girl and her demon, forever unseen.
