You are far more likely 
To be devoured than empowered 
By your sense of romance 

Oh, doleful girl 
Alone in the world 
Where did her true love go? 
Well I'd like to know 
This means everything to me 
Hope someone will see 
That those innocent days were a life ago 

You are far more likely 
To be devoured than empowered 
By your sense of romance 

Even the most gentle of folk 
Will snap when provoked 
I ain't scared no more 
I've said that before 
I sense it on your breath 
You're frozen in your depths 
Where did the good guys go? 
Well I'd like to know 

Save your secrets for those who deserve it 
But like the rice pounded out by a rabbit 
I'm miles away from ever understanding 
Why I had to be more of a man then