I've watched it long enough to know
how its conquered and how to cut its roots.
If I can't be suffocated with the silent treatment,
face the other way.

Every time a beast finds my place
it waits for my weakest moment.
I don't need to hide my face.
My wounds are open.

Every time they find my place,
but I don't need to hide my face.

I've worshiped all the useless gods.
None of them want to aid my cause.
No amount of contemplating
will stop me sinking.

Every time a beast finds my place
it waits for my weakest moment.
I don't need to hide my face.
My wounds are open.