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, i'm 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 you're cold
only healing when you ache
only feeling when you don't