Such a crooked smile
A scent so feral
In and out of the game
A monument to your own name
Open your eyes
You tend to cling to bones likes prizes
Continue the lies
You tend to cling to bones like prize
Such a crooked line
To feel is such a waste of time
In your putrid hive
A slave to your own mind
Open your eyes
You tend to cling to bones likes prizes
No you can't decide
You tend to cling to bones like prize