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   (waits for no one)      Sometimes I feel 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 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 mocking bird and it's done