Bitter Cold In A Dry Season

We're just waiting for a time to sink our teeth in
 We're lurking in the corners for a glimpse of frailty
 We linger at the edges stalking unsuspecting prey
 We lie in wait for the chance to unearth you
 We lie in wait for the chance to desert you
 False friends! A false pretence! False visage, high treason
 Bitter cold in a, a dry season
 Bitter cold in a, a dry season
 You cannot take this holy a truth
 Cannot strip this world of reason
 Cannot skin me to the bone
 I know what I am alone
 I am alone, alone
 I am alone, alone, alone
 We'd sell our souls just for an ounce of control
 We seek to collapse all that you believe to be truth
 We spew out lies like shrapnel from our arsenals
 We lie in wait for the chance to betray you
 We lie in wait for the chance to slay you
 False friends! False pretence! False visage, high treason
 Bitter cold in a, a dry season
 Bitter cold in a, a dry season
 You cannot take this holy a truth
 Cannot strip this world of reason
 Cannot skin me to the bone
 I know what I am: alone
 I am alone, alone
 I am alone
 We come to feed on the spoils of your labor
 We're moving in like swift carrion to the slaughter
 A little to the left so we can place this sharpened tool in your back
 We lie in wait for the chance to use you
 We lie in wait for the chance to accuse you
 False friends! False pretence! False visage, high treason
 Bitter cold in a, a dry season
 Bitter cold in a, a dry season
 You cannot take this holy a truth
 Cannot strip this world of reason
 Cannot skin me to the bone
 I know what I am: alone
 I am alone, alone
 I am alone
 I am alone
 We are alone