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 allowed 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 im 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 like the wounds and
find out where we came from when copperas has faded I hopeyou'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 call me a mocking bird and it'done.