Let 'em break your bones;
Don't drop the sticks and stones, sometimes.
I'll serve it bloody rare,
The animals don't care, anymore.
I'll hang out on this end,
If it comes to an end, sometime.

Once in a way you go,
I'll keep it up, 'till ya go.

Stop and work it out,
Don't let her scream and shout,
This time.
Don't weep cause you're too good,
Now won't you, 'cause you could?
Maybe.

Once in a way you go,
I'll keep it up,
'Till the day you go.

'Cause all I have;
Is what you left me with.

You keep it up, till you go away.
You keep it up, 'till you go away.
You keep it up, 'till you go away.
You keep it up; 'Till you go!

'Cause all I have;
Is what you left me with.

And Emptiness;
It's what you've behind.