Flight of the Oryx - Animals Lyrics

I found a dead corpse on the ground
I filled it with flowers and I thought
Where do I come from?
What's coming from my head?

Animals were watching me
Three were shapeless
In my misty vision
I felt their icy souls

Cold wind in my face
Cold wind in my throat
There's nothing that a cold bullet can't cure

Alone in the dark
Paranoïd
If they were to find me
They would cut off my head

My thoughts are all over the floor
Bathed in the death of their birth
Staining the carpet in red
Dead flowers in my head

Cold wind in my face
Cold wind in my throat
There's nothing that a cold bullet can't cure

Animals were watching me
Four of them were dead
Cripples followed instinctively
The sounds coming from their head