This is all yours if you want it   My sick landscape, dry and fevered   My survival and the hunger   Growing older in a heartbeat      You took us by surprise   Stepped in where no one goes   In forcing open doors   you sacrifice us both      This is all yours if you want it   This is all I ever offered you      Hoping against all sense   (We bite the hand that feeds us pain)   Hoping against myself   (There is still pride inside our veins)      Underneath our sores and blisters   spines of silver that won't listen   Your perception is not flawless   We are dying while you watch us moan      Hoping against all sense   (We bite the hand that feeds us pain)   Hoping against myself   (There is still pride inside our veins)   Biding my time      The perfection has turned sour   in the moment of salvation   Every minute is pure torture   This is mercy, if you want it      Hoping against all sense   (All meaning rots and slithers grey)   Hoping against myself   (We bite the hand that fed us pain)      This is all yours if you want it   This is mercy, if I have it      Biding my time