Nature red in tooth and claw
I haven't seemed to keep my powder dry
I always seem to hear it in your laughter
The second that I fell in love
With the handle of your revolver
I always seem to hear it in your laughter
I beg to you a second chance
With a dried white rose from Bethlehem
I always seem to hear it in your laughter
Am I the valency that you deny?
In the time of the sixth sun
We are cattle to the prod
I burn this dictionary
Because that's my dyslexicon
When I collapse and bury all the things unconsciously I hear
Cackling in chloroform this specter will ensnare
I always seem to hear it in your laughter
A braided strain of children's mane
Acquired with impunity
I always seem to hear it in your laughter
The things you say to me are deaf in tongue
I always seem to hear it in your laughter
Am I the valency that you deny?
In the time of the sixth sun
We are cattle to the prod
I burn this dictionary
Because that's my dyslexicon
You've never tasted heaven
Stood your mother filled with grief
In the wake of Monday morning
Finds a culprit void of breath with guile
If fate is your endearment
Through pistil and through stem
In the wake of Monday morning
Finds a culprit void of breath with guile
On the seventh day you'll come to find
That my prism is not colorblind
In death's mosaic spirit
A culprit void of breath with guile
That's when I repent, that's when I go under
That's when I repent, that's when I go under
That's when I repent for the night
In the time of the sixth sun
We are cattle to the prod
I burn this dictionary
Because that's my dyslexicon
The correct lyrics
Nature red in tooth and claw I haven't seemed to keep my powder dry I always seem to hear it in your laughter
The second that I fell in love With the handle of your revolver I always seem to hear it in your laughter
I beg to you a second chance With a dried white rose from Bethlehem I always seem to hear it in your laughter
Am I the valency that you deny?
In the time of the sixth sun We are cattle to the prod I burn this dictionary Because that's my dyslexicon
When I collapse and bury all the things unconsciously I hear Cackling in chloroform this specter will ensnare I always seem to hear it in your laughter
A braided strain of children's mane Acquired with impunity I always seem to hear it in your laughter
The things you say to me are deaf in tongue I always seem to hear it in your laughter
Am I the valency that you deny?
In the time of the sixth sun We are cattle to the prod I burn this dictionary Because that's my dyslexicon
You've never tasted heaven Stood your mother filled with grief In the wake of Monday morning Finds a culprit void of breath with guile
If fate is your endearment Through pistil and through stem In the wake of Monday morning Finds a culprit void of breath with guile
On the seventh day you'll come to find That my prism is not colorblind In death's mosaic spirit A culprit void of breath with guile
That's when I repent, that's when I go under That's when I repent, that's when I go under That's when I repent for the night
In the time of the sixth sun We are cattle to the prod I burn this dictionary Because that's my dyslexicon
That's my dyslexicon