Who quiets the detonators song who stills the beast within he wills the refuting wrong, the ill he feels a lance pierces longing to wrong as its victor rides away alone outer places no one calls home
another victim will rise again reeling in my pain, until he falls spilling innocent blood, colder then the darkness wading in heart flooding my breath, I'am breathless as useless as death warmed over
I no longer feel the sun or wind or a siren bleating in the grasses she dares me come, die in my arms for I am soft and wanting your cares fold your fears into me for I am not she quiets me, so with it my tears