Standing with my enemies Hung on my horns With haste and reverie Killing with charm Only happy when you hurt Only deadly in a swarm Only healthy in the dirt Only empty in your arms I play, I'm sick and tame Drawing the hordes I wait, and show the lame The meaning of harm The skulls beneath my feet Like feathers in sand I graze among the graves A feeling of peace Only bending when you break Only feeding when you're cold Only healing when you ache Only feeling when you don't Only bending when you break Only feeding when you're cold Only healing when you ache Only feeling when you don't