Mistook the calm for a weakness
Now you got yourself stuck
These empty threats
They build and build
The tide is set to rise
All those words
Not much movement
Face of fear
I see right through it
Skin scrapes the pavement
An offering to the night
To the night
Relent to the bite
Offer your breath to the gods of the night
Now you know
Mercy don't live here no more
An offering to the night
Words have no effect
I want my pound of flesh
And I'll pull my hardest
Until you rest
Beg for life
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