Such a crooked smile, a scent so feral In and out of the game, a monument to your own name Open your eyes, you tend to cling to bones like prizes Continue the lies, you tend to cling to bones like prize Such a crooked line, to feel is such a waste of time In your putrid hive, a slave to your own mind Open your eyes, you tend to cling to bones like prizes No you cant decide, you tend to cling to bones like prize