I can feel my disdain Broke the bars from my cage Twisting and turning The flowers are dying I can't replace If the body erodes A kinfolk is crying A treacherous timing The mantle is made And the rust is gold I can feel my disdain Broke the bars from my cage Twisting and turning The howls are curdling A scream in a place Where the body erodes A kinfolk is crying A treacherous timing There's blood on my face And the rust is gold Rot my skin Rot my skin Rot my skin Rot my skin