Standing with 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, Im sick and tame
Drawing the hordes
I wait and show the lame
The meaning of harm The skull beneath my feet
Like feathers in sand
I graze among the graves
A feeling of peace Only bending when you break
Only feeding when youre cold
Only healing when you ache
And only feeling when you dont Only bending when you break
Only feeding when youre cold
Only healing when you ache
And only feeling when you dont
