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