Grunt: Ah, well you know how sometimes there'll be a pack of coyotes that are feasting on a rabbit, and there's always one small, runt of a coyote that's being kept from the meal? Emberly: Yes? Grunt: I'm like the rabbit.
Baby don't fret At least we're alive With just enought breath to truly despise The hills in the carpet The knots the in ties That bind us so tightly to our waking lives
When the storm it gains And the sky it rains Let it flood let it flood Let it wash away And as you stumble through your last crusade Will you welcome your extinction In the morning rays?