Worthless cowards Feeding from the vultures mouth I'll be your harm, your wound I'm sick of painting ugly pictures with abstract words You feel the ground collapsing under your feet Changes comes so slow, and my patience lacks Sickness flows in your veins and in mine, They're almost welcome Like flies The things you see Was never yours No matter how hard you squeeze True love Cannot be fabricated By imagination Headstones for pillows And pills for dinner You feel the ground collapsing under your feet Changes comes so slow, and my patience lacks Sickness flows in your veins and in mine, They're almost welcome Like flies and the plagues they bring