Stones weighing down my pockets
I descend into the cold lake at dawn
Moving lithely, the willing icy reaper
Follows in my path
Mist embraces the lake, breaks surface
Link of water and air divided
Erased in a hazy nebula
Clouded by mud and hoofmarks
Deer run here
I heard once, one ran
Into an oncoming car
His antlers pierced a young girl
Through the window
Deer run here
Deer run here
Deer run here
Deer run here
Deer run here
Deer run here
Deer run here
Deer run here
Deer run here
Deer run here
Deer run here
Deer run here
Deer stand in death's dark gateway
Deer bounding on an endless sheet of black
Deer, with their skulls and skin colliding
Deer, galloping at you from beyond
The cold will swallow you up for nothing
I wish that I were dead
I wish that I were dead
Deer run here
Deer run here
Deer