Like the wicked rule the weak    Like all conquerors have their keep    I'll tear my marks into your arms    Paralyzed but still you're charmed    Like the great white circles it's prey    I rise above their deceiving ways    Liars...    Your hollow words play a hollow tune       My eyes fueled the flames    As i'm dancing, on your grave       Like the great white circles it's prey    Desert sands, mourning souls...    I'll tear my marks into your arms    Paralyzed yet still you're charmed    Like the wicked rule the weak    Like all conquerors have their keep    Liars... your hollow words play a hollow tune