If death isn't quiet enough,
you should feed your guts what they want
Soon you'll kill all the things I love


I should have went first
I could have been your ghost


Bathers in a cravers tub wash where your rupture starts
Soon I'll kill all the things I love,

Hither and Yon

I'm sleeping it's your turn to race

serene inside we chase to retrace
I'm sleeping it's your turn to face
Whats buried in graves

I never want to wake