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?