You'll be a wolf 

devoured by a lion, 

cause you look like a lamb 

baptized in fire, 

fearing yet hoping the best has swallowed you 

asleep once again. 



I should go to sleep, 

I fear I'm running out of time. 



Sometimes I feel I should sever my limbs, 

so iI could never crawl home, 

back home to you, 

waiting and watching to see if you'll follow me 

to my grave. 



I should go to sleep, 

I fear im running out of

time waits for no one. 



I might not wake up next to you 

excuses, excuses, excuses, 

make excuses for eating your young. 

Let's lick the wounds 

and find out where we came from.

When copperas has faded 

I hope you'll still be on my side. 



This is not dystrophy but desire, 

desire for comfort in the dark, 

call me a mocking bird, 

call me a mocking bird and it'done.