Since when did my heart become a well of deceit?
I know nothing of the pale, rheumatic kiss of which you speak.
Pouring out my bones is the blood in which you drink.
I cannot choose between a beast who eats or a beast who sleeps.
So wake up and grab a hold of me.

Drag me down to where you lay.
Drag me down into your grave.

These skeletons may have white bones, but they are hollow and alone.
They float like birds and fly in wounded circles.
These skeletons have never made me feel more at home.
So I'm taking wrist and ribcage and fighting my way out, skull by skull.

Did something take them early?
Because I'm starting to grow worried.
They've got my wife and kids captured in a cage they made.
They're acting strange and quite deranged.
I never knew that bags of bones could show any emotion without muscles moving their arms and legs.
I pronounce you dead.

These skeletons may have white bones, but they are hollow and alone.
They float like birds and fly in wounded circles.
These skeletons have never made me feel more at home.
So I'm taking wrist and ribcage and fighting my way out, skull by skull.

"I'm going out tonight! I'm gonna have a good time!"
In all honesty, well who was I fucking kidding?
I've already paid the price and I look pretty fuckin' nice.
My bones will be the death of me.

These skeletons may have white bones, but they are hollow and alone.
They float like birds and fly in wounded circles.
These skeletons have never made me feel more at home.
So I'm taking wrist and ribcage and fighting my way out, skull by skull.

Persistent aged illusion, why are you still confusing me with two empty sockets?
I'm mesmerized by the smell of marrow and nonexistent flesh.

Nice bones leave me breathless.
Your bones leave me chestless.
Nice bones.
Warm bones.
Sexy bones.