I wait and show the lame
With haste and reverie
Only deadly in a swarm
Only feeding when you’re cold
A feeling of peace
Only feeding when you’re cold
Killing with charm
Only happy when you hurt
Only healing when you ache
Only bending when you break
I graze among the graves
The skull beneath my feet
And only feeling when you don’t
Drawing the hordes
Only empty in your arms
Like feathers in sand
The meaning of harm
Only healthy in the dirt
Only healing when you ache
Only bending when you break
I play, I’m sick and tame