Carnivore

The look in your eyes, says you know something I don't know.
The look in your eyes, says you've got wheels and nowhere to go.
The look in your eyes, says you're a heart eater, you're a carnivore

Speak to me boy of what it's like on broken limbs when you should stand.
Tell me boy what it's like to be with just the palm of your hand.
Do you feel, like a man?

The sway in your smile, tells me there's something you need to correct.
But the sway in your smile, says I'm something you'd rather forget.
The sway in your smile, is the marching drum of a million dead, a million dead.

Speak to me boy of what it's like on broken limbs when you should stand.
Tell me boy what it's like to be with just the palm of your hand.
Do you feel, like a man?

You're calling on saints on their iron wings,
while maintaining that you don't believe, no you don't believe.
I found my lord in smoke rings and by crashing through floors,
but still I don't believe, I don't believe.

Speak to me boy of what it's like on broken limbs when you should stand.
Tell me boy what it's like to be with just the palm of your hand.
Do you feel, like a man?