Otep - We Dream Like Lions lyrics

We dream like lions warm in the frost
Fresh from the kill tiny teeth and claws
We dream like lions

Deep beneath the loam
The windows of his soul
Ash on the watery glass
Broken but still whole a halo of barbwire
A frozen night of fire oh, so cold

We dream like lions below and above
The wooly little lambs
That look a lot like us

We dream like lions

The dark poles of the weeping
Trees cradle him close
In the heavy breeze crumbs for the crows
Slow empire of worms we sing the
Cry of countless broken souls, "the
World is made of razorblades, they choke
On the words they'll never say
I wish it could change
But it will always be this way"

We dream like lions warm in the frost
Fresh from the kill tiny teeth and claws
We dream like lions

We dream like lions below and above
The wooly little lambs
That look a lot like us we dream like lions