check your pride at their fences
risk it all for your foot at the end of their chains
while they plot to send you to your grave
it's the ghosts of the restless haunting your sleep
another kit in the hole, nevermind the weather
get it on in the snow if you don't freeze together
don't we live for the warmth, when we can live of the farm
if we're clever, we'll never even trip their alarms
it's so easy to say you can't imagine another love
but when danger comes, soaked in blood
you pray, "give us shelter, lord." but there's none.

i'm not afraid of your poisons
i'm not afraid of your floods
i'm not afraid of your dogs
i'm not afraid of your guns
empty your jackets if you're thirsty for blood
screaming, "Bring me the rabbits" at the top of your lungs

suffer pellets for lettuce
the weakest among us will the wrath of their teeth
while the cages might protect us from harm
what's keeping us warm is the hutch burn searing our feet
another lost to the frost, that cage is looking better
nothing lasts forever and here it's easier to weather the storm
where no one's lost on account of the cold
and the only rush of blood is what comes from our throats
the bones in the corner beg us to consider another life
through the starless sky, devoid of light
but for the glimpse of the devil in the glint of their knives.

i'm not afraid of your poisons
i'm not afraid of your floods
i'm not afraid of your dogs
i'm not afraid of your guns
empty your jackets if you're thirsty for blood
screaming, "Bring me the rabbits" at the top of your lungs