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 like 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 like prizes
No you cant decide, you tend to cling to bones like prize