Nothing that breathes is above betrayal Nothing that breathes is divine Out from the shadows well wisher The gleam of your blade gives you away Drawn from me My smiling a**a**in Meet the blood that moved you The blood of encouragement Spilling as common water They will serve you Long live the king Soak up to your arms in his blood Long live the king They will serve you well And you loyal friend Leave an ice pick in my neck as it were mine to keep How terribly cold I breathe and count my shallow breaths Add another edge Be sure to twist the blade I come one Come all to this A celebration of treachery and twisted flesh Fall in Stain your steel in festive red Here were the sheep are butchers A fresh patch of skin to pierce One cannot resist Unsteady steps Each waning Determined for purchase I am He who falters Stricken with one thousand blades With unsteady steps I find my balance in deception Step by burning step Warm in the presence of malice Barefoot among a skulk of men Eyes ahead and taller still I never look back No I knew not your names I knew not your numbers I knew you all too well Two blades for every inc of flesh Ensanguined This is that which did not k** me There's always room for one more blade Not such a sight for sore eyes The harrowed form of living will Bent and black And so terribly cold There's always strength for one last breath