Such fragile things bred to the wolves
A life of fangs oh so cruel
Born with the need but not the want
To long for something more than blood
Heaven looks the same from different hells
It's the only truth that we both know
The wounds are theirs but the scars are ours
To some the key, but to not all doors
So we must answer the siren's call
To right the wrongs that we both wrote
To be merciful with our thorns
As merciless with our love
To be merciful with our thorns
As merciless with our love