you'll be a wolf devoured by a lion cause you look like a lamb but 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 i 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 i'm running out of time waits for no one. i might not wake up next to you excuses, 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 by my side this is not dystrophy but desire, desire for comfort in the dark call me a mockingbird call me a mockingbird and it's done.
