How lonely you lay there, outside of the den.
Yet you pray for resurrection, and the scents of stigmata.
It's pitiful the words you speak, so I'll spit at you that much harder.
I am a lion, share your world with me.
Thief, pariah. Let us learn to live again.
Thief, pariah, learn to live again, let us live and love again.
How do we scale emotion? And satisfy our thirst?
It isn't by the blood, but I keep clawing to her center.
Loneliness will fill that pit up.
Do you reminisce with colour and canvas?
Or have you left those thoughts and left that life behind.
Just wait, all of us will see her end.
Just rest your tired feet, all of us will see her end.
Learn to live again.
