We’re just waiting for a time to sink our teeth in We’re lurking in the corners for a glimpse frailty We linger at the edges stalking unsuspecting prey We lie in wait for a chance to unearth you We lie in wait for a chance to desert you False friends, false pretense False visage, high treason Bitter cold in a dry season Bitter cold in a dry season You cannot take this holy truth Cannot strip this world of reason Cannot skin me to the bone I know what I am alone, alone, alone We’d sell our souls just for a bit of control We seek to collapse all that you believed to be truth We spew out lies like shrapnel from our arsenals We lie in wait for the chance to betray you We lie in wait for the chance to slay you False friends, false pretenses False visage, high treason Bitter cold in a dry season Bitter cold in a dry season We come to feed on the spoils of your labor We’re moving in like swift carrion to the slaughter A little to the left so we can place this sharpened tool in your back We lie in wait for the chance to use you We lie in wait for the chance to accuse you. (c) 2006 eveghost
