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.