We Dream Like Lions Lyrics - Atavist - Otep

We dream like lions 

Warm in the frost 

Fresh from the kill 

Tiny teeth and claws 

We dream like lions 

Deep beneath the loam 

The windows of his soul 

Ash on the watery glass 

Broken but still whole 

A halo of barbwire 

A frozen night of fire 

Oh, so cold 

We dream like lions 

Below and above 

The wooly little lambs 

That look a lot like us 

We dream like lions 

The dark poles of the weeping trees cradle him close in the heavy breeze. Crumbs for the crows, slow empire of worms. We sing the cry of countless broken souls, "the world is made of razorblades, they choke on the words they'll never say, I wish it could change, but it will always be this way." 

We dream like lions 

Warm in the frost 

Fresh from the kill 

Tiny teeth and claws 

We dream like lions 

We dream like lions 

Below and above 

The wooly little lambs 

That look a lot like us 

We dream like lions