Standing whit 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
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