Nature red in tooth and claw

I haven't seemed to keep my powder dry
I always seem to hear it in your laughter

The second that I fell in love
With the handle of your revolver
I always seem to hear it in your laughter

I beg to you a second chance
With a dried white rose to Bethlehem
I always seem to hear it in your laughter

Am I the valency that you deny?

In the time of the sixth sun

We are cattle to the prod

And I burn this dictionary

'Cause that's my dyslexicon

When I collapse and bury all the things unconsciously I hear

Cackling in chloroform this spectre will ensnare

I always seem to hear it in your laughter

A braided strand of children's mane
Acquired with impunity
I always seem to hear it in your laughter

The things you say to me
Are deaf in tongue

I always seem to hear it in your laughter

Am I the valency that you deny?

In the time of the sixth sun

We are cattle to the prod

And I burn this dictionary

'Cause that's my dyslexicon

You've never tasted heaven
Stood the mother filled with grief
In the wake of Monday mourning
Finds a culprit void of breath with guile
If fate is your endearment
Through pistil and through stem

In the wake of Monday morning
Finds a culprit void of breath with guile
And on the seventh day
You will come to find
My prism is not colorblind
In death's mosaic spirit
Finds a culprit void of breath with guile

That's why I repent

That's why I go under

That's why I repent

That's why I go under

That's why I repent for the night

In the time of the sixth sun

We are cattle to the prod

And I burn this dictionary

'Cause that's my dyslexicon

In the time of the sixth sun

We are cattle to the prod

And I burn this dictionary

'Cause that's my dyslexicon

That's my dyslexicon