Texty: Battle Of Mice. Lamb And The Labradour.

All your sympathy?s gone
Onto needles and pins

And the scratch on your cheek
When the dye is cast red

Pillars melted to wood
Shallow breath that you held

Fevered threat in the ground
Home ward memories expound

All the fevering pitch
When you?re breath is run raw

And the song of the strays
In the scratch on your cheek