Lyrics: Inked In Blood. Sometimes We Are Beautiful. With Devils.

One at a time we're taking a bow. I feel as though there is someone else here; poisoning us from the inside out. I see no future, only here and now. Each passing moment-a lifetime. Why can't breathing just be easy-even when you're on your way out? I am falling short of white blood cells. My count is down-my time is up. There is weight on my chest, a push of air from the lips. Straining to sleep must be like begging for your life. One at a time we're taking a bow. It looks like we have been followed. I thought I said to come alone. I can see less of myself now, and more of what's replaced me. (I am) conscious of the cessation of life. Why can't breathing just be easy-even when you're on your way out? I am falling short of white blood cells. My count is down-my time is up. I have dropped off the face of the earth. The birds of prey-they are awake (they are awake). The birds of prey-they are awake (they have been feasting on us for days). The birds of prey-they are awake (they are awake). The birds of prey-they are awake