Standing Whit My Enemies
Hung On My Horns
With Haste And Reverie
Killing With Charm

Only Happy When You Hurt
Only Deadly In A Swarm
Only Healthy In The Dirt
Only Empty In Your Arms

I Play, I'm Sick And Tame
Drawing The Hordes
I Wait, And Show Tha Lame
The Meaning Of Harm
The Skulls Beneath My Feet
Like Feathers In Sand
I Graze Among The Graves
A Feeling Of Peace

Only Bending When You Break
Only Feeding When You're Cold
Only Healing When You Ache
Only Feeling When You Don't