If decency were a common theme, we'd be the prey
If memory meant anything, I'd be coming after you If memory meant anything, I'd be coming after you
If we don't stare, then it's not there If we do not stare, then it's not there
What do you care, if nothing exists to hurt you? What do you care, if nothing exists to hurt you?
We'd be the prey We'd be the prey
Akin estranged Akin estranged
In memory of tragedy we'd kill to stay In memory of tragedy we'd kill to stay
Immorally swore a king, in sin we're saved Immorally swore a king, in sin we're saved
In empathy of tragedy, I'd still be coming after you In empathy of tragedy, I'd still be coming after you