the whole world wrapped in shattered stars
as fierce as a million claws
as fragile as the human heart
in a coffin full of nails
in a coffin full of nails

you can look inside our heads
and take volition from our hearts
we will sleep in a coffin full of nails
you’re the vultures we’re the prey

like a writing on the wall
a poem that says
every end is a beginning
you’re the vultures we are wolves

mute as maggots
standing on the sidelines
playing deadly games
with the wolves in our hearts
can you hear us coming
watch the glooming in their eyes
we’re the chosen ones
we’re the guns brought to a fight