Greet Death The Waste
How can you stay awake?
Perched on the gate--the grave
With hands holding hands--mistakes
Our skin's in the lake--the waste
Avenge me
Unbend me
How can you stay the same?
Engaged 'till the grave, and saved
The children grow old--we hate
We scratch and we scrape--we waste
Avenge me
Unbend me