DAYS GO BY - ALL MY VEINS ARE DRY
AND UNTIL - ALL MY THOUGHTS ARE STILL
THERE, INSIDE - EVERYTHING I FIND
STICKS AND STRINGS - PIECES OF MY MIND
AND OF ALL - IN THE WORLD TO LOSE
EVERYTHING - I WOULD EVER CHOOSE
(AND ALL I FIND IS LEFT BEHIND)
SERPENTS, SERPENTS ARE CRAWLIN
CRAWLIN IN MY MIND
CRAWLIN TO UNDO
FIND AND UNWIND YOU
FEELING LIKE I DO
FEELING LIKE
HELL WROUGHT - AND UPON THE SHORES
HOW SOUNDLESS - ARE THE EARTHEN MORES