Isaac, Isaiah, which are you???

he says to call him Isaac, with that pretty little smile and a flash of wolfish teeth, and so they trust him

Until you lead them to the seclusion of Night-- all those pretty little girls in their pretty red skirts, twirling their dainty handbags 'round and 'round, it just drives you mad, doesn't it?

Isaac oh Isaiah, you show your face far too much, and those who know you expect much and more than a sulky little frown