Text: The Boxer Rebellion. The Cold Still. Cause For Alarm.

Caught on a tongue that can never speak
Empty threats that scratch your cheek
Tattooed on in crimson red
Velvet bruise beneath this head

Offer up another limb
Want to make it alright
Nothing you can do for them
And only with your own life

Strained your eyes you've started it
Sleepy thoughts that can't commit
Brushed aside as emptiness
Empty eyes you always miss

And they don't ever need to find out

You know this better than you know now

Offer up another limb
Want to make it alright
Nothing you can do for them
And only with your own life

Offer up another limb
Offer up another limb

And they don't ever need to find out
You know this better than you know now