Altitude Video (MV)

Pull this corset of stone from my waist
Take me to a lower altitude
I don't need water I don't need food
Take me to a lower altitude
I am my own hangman
Sleepless and wandering
I wring my stained hands
We will not sleep tonight
The snow field I am in
Spreads into the sea
While forfeiting my shoes
A cloud crosses the moon
Outside your window
You can see me
If you want to look
Pull this corset of stone from my waist
Take me to a lower altitude
I don't need water I don't need food
Take me to a lower altitude
In the maple chair I made
You sit and wait for me
You hate how we left things, and honestly
We'd resolve it the next day
Wind pipes up in my ear
The sky is now clear
Across your father's plot
I am beckoned to come near
I will not
Pull this corset of stone from my waist
Take me to a lower altitude
I don't need water I don't need food
Take me to a lower altitude
Resisting the primal urge
To rip meat off the bone
Chronic wasting disease
Agreeing blindly with what I feel
Rising like worms from the mud
Sharp cedar trees and leafless buds
Black like beneath in caves
Its dress flows towards and away like waves
Tomorrow morning
Under a sky of blues
She will find my shoes
A grave and gouache painting
Pulp pages with no binding
An axe with a strange ending
Pull this corset of stone from my waist
Take me to a lower altitude
I don't need water I don't need food
Take me to a lower altitude
Pull this corset of stone from my waist
Take me to a lower altitude
I don't need water I don't need food
Take me to a lower altitude