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 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
