I lay still and wait
The soil is cold and damp
Fresh bruises ache
Wounds they spell a language
All Creation understands

I am waiting
Waiting for a goat

Dirt in my ears
The gravel, it speaks to me
Air is all needles
It stings in my lungs and
Freezeburns the teeth

I am waiting
Waiting for a goat

I keep my eyes closed
I've seen enough
My heart stops beating
Smeel of sour smoke and taste of violent blood
Heads will roll the wrong way
Darkness can't be stopped
Dirt in my ear whispers:
Think of cyclones
Think of oceans
And think of mountain tops

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