The Deep

You`ll be a wolf

devoured by a lion,

cause you look like a lamb

baptized in fire,

fearing yet hoping the best has swallowed you

asleep once again.

I should go to sleep,

I fear I`m running out of time.

Sometimes I feel I should sever my limbs,

so iI could never crawl home,

back home to you,

waiting and watching to see if you`ll follow me

to my grave.

I should go to sleep,

I fear im running out of

time waits for no one.

I might not wake up next to you

excuses, excuses, excuses,

make excuses for eating your young.

Let`s lick the wounds

and find out where we came from.

When copperas has faded

I hope you`ll still be on my side.

This is not dystrophy but desire,

desire for comfort in the dark,

call me a mocking bird,

call me a mocking bird and it`done.