I won't be touched Not a single straw You won't pull my hair Disease my lungs I won't fall in soil I won't be scarred by tears Love won't be sold Oh, the devil will fold Carve my days into soil Carve my name into stone Bite the knife Metal in your mouth Bite me like snow Like chilling ice A cascade of blue My eyes seem dark But my arms are steady Ready to hold My teeth they grind Down to the bone My teeth they grind Like winter's snow