The Deep

You'll be a wolf

Devoured by a lion

Cause you look like a lamb

But 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

Like I should sever my limbs

So I 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'm running out of time waits for no one...

I might not wake up next to you

Excuses, 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 by my side

This is not dystrophy but desire,

Desire for comfort in the dark

Call me a mockingbird

Call me a mockingbird and it's done.