...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
"Insatiable (One)"

Curse this insatiable weakness of ours
that crawls through us ever so slight
and dulls our sensations as deep as they are
They're born in the blink of an eye

Life deviates from the paths that we're on
flinging us off to the side
We find ourselves broken and our friends all gone
They're gone in the blink of an eye