Lyrics

Stand down
Or stand your ground
You're treading water but I'd love to see you drown
Erase, every notion of panic
A life so small is nothing short of tragic

Light the pyre
Say a prayer
It doesn't matter
Your higher power doesn't care

Call the flock
Let the wolves in
Don't be surprised
When you wake up with a knife inside your back

Hunter, hunted
Shepherd, branded

Dead men don't see their folly
Nowhere to run face to face with a volley
Of arrows, lay the serpent's kiss
When you bite the hand it becomes the fist

Face down in a puddle of your own piss
Like a dog at the bottom of the shit list
Cry like it's the only thing you've mastered
Run and hide from every new disaster

Light the pyre
Say a prayer
It doesn't matter
Your higher power doesn't care

Call the flock
Let the wolves in
Don't be surprised
When you wake up with a knife inside your back

Dead men don't see their folly
Nowhere to run face to face with a volley
Of arrows, lay the serpent's kiss
When you bite the hand it becomes the fist

Gaunt hands reach out to play part in the feast
Yet the short sighted eyes grow bigger than their gullet
An error made fatal when the wolf is cornered
Man shall not atone for divine miscalculation
A knife in the back played out as admiration
How bitter sweet to lose to your creation

How bittersweet to lose to your creation
A living cheat, torn apart an aberration
What doesn't kill me, might make me stronger
What doesn't kill you, doesn't mean you shouldn't die

Your kingdom, my prison
I'll bring this to your door
Your people, revolting
Now this means war

Dead men don't see their folly
Nowhere to run face to face with a volley
Of arrows, lay the serpent's kiss
When you bite the hand it becomes the fist