It's a early rise
His teeth are furred
And cleanse with hands to hunt and hold

The sun divides
Imagined leaves
A shelter while I sleep


There are many years
To cloud my mind

But no burden
It's heavy like a tipping load


Early day
On a bloodied patch
Only noise and brick surround

Tradition sinks
In the soil here
As a rock is swallowed in the mud


The polluted skin
Of my brittle earth

It keeps the bleeding at bay

This syrup sweet and thick to exchange me

My spirit has rearranged
Crippled, dampened, lame


As it goes
The syrup fills my eyes
The days faces fade to black

And I don't feel
And I can't fight
For my home anymore

Anymore

And I return to an open land

Where bloods blanket shielded me

This syrup sweet and thick to exchange me

My spirit has rearranged
Crippled, dampened, lame