Bitter Cold in a Dry Season

We’re just waiting for a time to sink our teeth in
We’re lurking in the corners for a glimpse frailty
We linger at the edges stalking unsuspecting prey
We lie in wait for a chance to unearth you
We lie in wait for a chance to desert you

False friends, false pretense 
False visage, high treason
Bitter cold in a dry season
Bitter cold in a dry season

You cannot take this holy truth
Cannot strip this world of reason
Cannot skin me to the bone
I know what I am alone, alone, alone

We’d sell our souls just for a bit of control
We seek to collapse all that you believed to be truth
We spew out lies like shrapnel from our arsenals
We lie in wait for the chance to betray you
We lie in wait for the chance to slay you

False friends, false pretenses
False visage, high treason
Bitter cold in a dry season
Bitter cold in a dry season

We come to feed on the spoils of your labor
We’re moving in like swift carrion to the slaughter
A little to the left so we can place this sharpened tool in your back
We lie in wait for the chance to use you 
We lie in wait for the chance to accuse you.
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