It was born with you
It will die with you
Seeing things
Like others don't
Sick bones
Beat the stones
In chockin' sorrow
It ain't beginning
Ain't face
Nobody
Will raise
My ruins
Anymore
Poison fights poison
And it saves or kills
Not a matter of practice
But a matter to mean
Angry dog, please, let me go
I will give you a name
My sweet grave
Nobody
Will raise
My ruins
Anymore