It started in the winter at the edge of a dead end drive, I had frost in my bones, I was thinking of home, and I was trying to survive. We'd been spending our days just dreaming of ways to generate a single spark. Couldn't conjure a flame, and I was to blame, and all the sudden everything went dark. And the claws came out.
Oh! I can hear 'em coming like a freight train in my head, I'm never going home again. Oh, I can taste the end (in the air). You never think about gravity until you hit the ground, come on and take a look around. How could I have missed the fangs and the hungry eyes?
Oh, I can taste the end in the oxygen, the oxygen I breathe. Every deep breath keeps pulling me under.
Now I can feel the venom make a beeline for my heart. I should've seen it coming from the start, but staring at the fire can blind the best of us.
You left my body in the snow, but I want every coward here to know... you'll reap the poison that you sew, the stains you try to cover up will show.