Hearts beating
Seers pass and listeners cringe
Trust is weakness
But I want to be strong

Sometimes, sometimes
Our emotions begin to feed on us
And with each bite of flesh
It gets closer to the heart
Till we're gray and pale

A cornered spirit
Is all we have left to live by
Once the hungry finish.
Fading, diffusing into the air
So why do we let them feed?
Trust is weakness
But sometimes
Sometimes it's all we can do

So let's grab our emotions
By the throat
Staring, listening
Like the seers and listeners we try to avoid
To find their own weaknesses

Clutching hearts
Covering eyes
Show your emotions
Who will feed tonight.