If decency were a common theme, we'd be the prey If memory meant anything, I'd be coming after you If memory meant anything, I'd be coming after you If we don't stare, then it's not there If we do not stare, then it's not there What do you care, if nothing exists to hurt you? What do you care, if nothing exists to hurt you? We'd be the prey We'd be the prey Akin estranged Akin estranged In memory of tragedy we'd kill to stay In memory of tragedy we'd kill to stay Immorally swore a king, in sin we're saved Immorally swore a king, in sin we're saved In empathy of tragedy, I'd still be coming after you In empathy of tragedy, I'd still be coming after you