What's in her name?
A flickering game
Rose withered, half as sweet
Night couldn't take her from me here

I am
Better when I'm rotting slow
No poison of my own will
Overtake me alone
Armies could never shake me, no

Sunk like a stone, your skin peeled off the bone
Stretched fingers cracked inside
Splinters, desire like a knife

I am
Better when I'm rotting slow
No poison of my own will
Overtake me alone
Armies could never shake me (Never shake me)
(Never shake me)