What was it that stayed my hand then?
With dagger held unsheathed, blade pointing in its side
I'd been set upon by a predator
It was just looking for a meal, I saw ribs and fearful eyes
What is it that stays my hand now?
With so much misery that I could mercifully put ends to
For that animal I let slink off into the undergrowth, unscathed
Do I not fear death, but just pretend to?
For it was starving, it was hungry
But had eyes too close to let me
If you were easy to kill, I would have done it already
Plagued by phantom noises
That that skeletal beast was haunting all my steps
Questioning all my choices
With that dagger held unsheathed, I felt sick at my contempt
For you were lonely, you were like me
Like some outside force had sent me
If I was easy to kill, you would have done it already
You are at my feet, we're by the fire
You're a gentle beast and I'm alive
You are at my feet, we're by the fire
You're a gentle, purring beast and I'm alive
You are at my feet, we're by the fire
You're a healthy, gentle, purring beast and I'm alive
You are at my feet, we're by the fire
You're a healthy, gentle, purring beast and I'm alive
You are at my feet, we're by the fire
You're a healthy, gentle, purring beast, and I'm alive
You are at my feet, we're by the fire (like an outside force had sent me?)
You're a gentle beast (if you were easy to kill, I would have done it already)