Bitter Cold In a Dry Season

We're just waiting for a time to sink our teeth in
We're lurking in the corners for a glimpse of frailty
We linger at the edges stalking unsuspecting prey
We lie in wait for the chance to unearth you
We lie in wait for the chance to desert you

False friends! A false pretence! False visage, high treason
Bitter cold in a, a dry season
Bitter cold in a, a dry season
You cannot take this holy a truth
Cannot strip this world of reason
Cannot skin me to the bone

I know what I am alone
I am alone, alone
I am alone, alone, alone

We'd sell our souls just for an ounce of control
We seek to collapse all that you believe to be truth
We spew out lies like shrapnel from our arsenals
We lie in wait for the chance to betray you
We lie in wait for the chance to slay you

False friends! False pretence! False visage, high treason
Bitter cold in a, a dry season
Bitter cold in a, a dry season
You cannot take this holy a truth
Cannot strip this world of reason
Cannot skin me to the bone

I know what I am: Alone
I am alone, alone
I am alone

We come to feed on the spoils of your labor
We're moving in like swift carrion to the slaughter
A little to the left so we can place this sharpened tool in your back
We lie in wait for the chance to use you
We lie in wait for the chance to accuse you

False friends! False pretence! False visage, high treason
Bitter cold in a, a dry season
Bitter cold in a, a dry season
You cannot take this holy a truth
Cannot strip this world of reason
Cannot skin me to the bone

I know what I am: Alone
I am alone, alone
I am alone
I am alone
We are alone