I can feel my disdain
Broke the bars from my cage
Twisting and turning
The flowers are dying
I can't replace
If the body erodes
A kinfolk is crying
A treacherous timing
The mantle is made
And the rust is gold
I can feel my disdain
Broke the bars from my cage
Twisting and turning
The howls are curdling
A scream in a place
Where the body erodes
A kinfolk is crying
A treacherous timing
There's blood on my face
And the rust is gold
Rot my skin
Rot my skin
Rot my skin
Rot my skin
