Before you know, I'm swept away
Watching my shadow eat off my plate
And I went to sleep, the shell of a man
I woke up the same so I slept in again

These eyes went bad
Trying to see light
God I'm drunk
And I fell on my knife

Before you know, these days are gone
A roman candle fired at dawn

It was accidentally discovered
You had cold blood running through your veins
When you cut your punch on a broken window
And the blood froze like frost on the shattered pane

And you had a hunger growing inside you
That only bloodlust could ever fulfill
You extricated yourself to the jungle;
To try to temper that instinct toward

Bury deep in the hot hot sand, a portrait of your mother
Take those hands and kill that man standing in the mirror
You were raised as a wild wolf cub
Although it seems you sleep like a lamb
You don't know what to do with her love
It's like a live grenade in your pants

Your father warned you about temptation
And all the wicked women that it breeds
But when you met her you knew life was over
Her damnation is what your body needs

Bury deep in the hot hot sand
A portrait of your mother
Take those hands and kill that man
Standing in the mirror

Bury deep in the hot hot sand
A portrait of your mother
Take those hands and kill that man
Standing in the mirror

Bury deep in the hot hot sand
A portrait of your mother
Take those hands and kill that man
Standing in the mirror

I was raised on wolves' milk
Though it seems I sleep like a lamb
And I was raised on wolves' milk
Though it seems I sleep like a lamb