You wanted me weak, you wanted me sick
You wanted me dying, it used to feel so romantic
I though it meant love when you'd watch me cry
And listen to me sing as tears fell from my eyes

And into your out reaching hands
I collapsed, small and fragile
Coiled in cold fingers
And wrapped in your winter

All of these vultures
Circling a dying thing
A different kind of carnage
A different kind of pain
All these birds of prey
Feeding from the bleeding
A different kind of carnage
A different kind of shame

It will be so easy to turn this water to fire
It will be so easy to wage war on the liar
I used to think it was love, to sacrifice for you
I used to think it was love, all the pain I was so addicted to

And out of your reaching hands
I will break and I will stand
Drawing my blade
And drawing a line in the sand

All these vultures
Circling a dying thing
A different kind of carnage
A different kind of pain
All these birds of prey
Feeding from the bleeding
A different kind of carnage
A different kind of shame
A different kind of carnage
A different kind pain
Isn’t it a pity?
A different kind of shame
A different kind of carnage
A different kind pain
Isn’t it a pity
To see the innocent slain?