| Deep in the scent of this muffled ditch | |
| I huddle beneath the coves | |
| In my sleep I writhe and pitch | |
| On your name | |
| I scratch the bones of our once love | |
| With sharpened rocks and sharper stones | |
| Watch as the marrow bubbles and spits | |
| Over a flame | |
| To untwist these vines that hold my heart | |
| Would mean to re-evolve the parts of | |
| You and me | |
| And her | |
| And what has set you free | |
| Your tempered smile and severed skin | |
| Are bleeding in my memory | |
| Searing marrow burns in the night | |
| As I beg to have you here with me | |
| I'm gaining weight and getting stoned | |
| But you my dear are all alone | |
| Beneath the soil | |
| Of this God | |
| Forsaken earth | |
| But who am I to disappear | |
| On account of all my shame and fear | |
| What good is that, what will it show | |
| To the tinkerers above | |
| These shackles on my shriveled wrists | |
| Are tight and tethered to your drift so | |
| Drift you off | |
| To hell and back | |
| And I will come along | |
| Tenderly please cut me free | |
| For I need not come along |