Paroles: O'brother. Division Of Man.

Your head, scented of blood
It's blurring your eyes
as some strange light slowly sinks in.
And there he stood with teeth like knives
Your heartbeat racing

If I could
scream to wake my mind
I'd still be alive.
Let me out of this stolen sleep.
I have fallen short of the peace I seek.

I'm slipping further away...

So sleep, sleep on the edge of the knife
where you will wait to divide.
You'll leave your body where it lies
and wait to slip away.