Like a dog you sleep,
Like a dog you bite the hand that feeds when you're down.
Take these reckless dreams,
To that careless life you seem to need and they'll ignite.

Those lips they speak of love, but they don't.
The charade it eats your heart, that you know.

Fighting pen in hand,
In a lifetime this dragon will be dead but so will you.
In those final years,
In that final pain that draws your tears make them laugh.

Those lips they speak of love, but they don't.
The charade it eats your heart, that you know.

Climb onto this bed,
The bedding tight it'll wrap around your head, there you'll sleep.
Take a nap on me...

Those lips they speak of love, but they don't.
The charade it eats your heart, that you know.