You bet we fight, until pressed against six feet of distance and earth.
Yeah, we make mistakes that our fathers have made and my [bad word] up from the earth.
My teeth. grit, fierce, and I bed to you, understand. "Grace" is my name. [bad word] amok and fangs will breed on fangs.
So keep your secrets into the mattress and prey they don't escape.
Its the impossible act of building our bridges much faster then they burn.
Stay, Because I cant afford the distance shadowing my heart and what good is a sinner if we haven't got grace.
Save the son. My troubles boulevard across the land. They keep their secrets in the mattress.
Discard. Im trying to keep it in the right hands. Medic, I have given up all my weapons and i have headed home.

...Poetry section....
I can see the words inside your silence but I can't speak about your pain for you. 
How long can you burn for anyways? 
Turning over and back again with tongues ablaze like lions without teeth, hungry. 
Staring at the forest of flames and our eyes just talking with the trees. 
If we could drift long enough we'll be home. 
Sails blown by the fire within, pushing me to you. 
And you can live inside of me. Sewn together. Breaking and healing, growing and breaking again and again. 
You are a part of me. 
You are my home and im your home and I'm no place you want to be. 
So im out here again, sparks hid behind my teeth. 
I wont say a word for fear of failure spreading it. 
It takes some of us longer to get to our dead ends now. 
Oh blood stained with loose living, ran through charcoal hearts to make it red And we can be on fire again you and I. Do you want this? 
Well say what you want. Say what you mean. 
We can talk, lung to closed ear. Head inside a hand turning over again together. 
Cut up for cheap [bad word] through our veins.
We can lay brick by broken brick our ashes pushed in between and build this wall back home to where we want to be. 
We are not our own, we are the same.

Let fangs give birth to fangs but i cant walk away.
Let them breed.