reduced to teeth Songtext / Lyric

behind a mask a man can bask only
for so long before being exposed
to the sun
the moon is up a whisper of
"till death do you wrong"
patients bother a patient docotor
plastics itch and bandages the
aftermath wont add up to this
the fever breaks
it would take a masochist
to live like this

i buried my wife today
restitution for my sanity

chasing demons dressed like me
their eyes are not like mine
ignorance is divine
insitincts are reduced to teeth
that bite the hand that feeds
fear thy father lover thy martyr

the verdict of the jury hung on
the weight of what has become
starry night, a vengeful wish it doesnt have to be like this

i buried my wife today
restitution for my sanity
i buried my wife today
restitution for my sanity

sound the alarm and make no mistake about this

all the kings horses and all the kings
men have been sent to put this boy back
together again but somehow he must
have been predicting the fall

(2x)
cadge rats, experiments
a brain with no okygen
release all the hostages youve got
to wash your hands of this

murder murder murder murder...