I like the way our words align
Make sense of a natural law
We lose ourselves in the hotline
And each comes back with a new flaw

Any time you get lost in the cold inside
You could put new shivers on the blank
For each new arrow in your hyde
Let out a bit more of your flank

A patch on the costume of dawn
A medal on the chest of sin
Some toymaker and a new pawn
We're going all out in a spin