Oh holy man tell us
Plead for us today...
The tricker
Is a... something...
What do you need
What do you want me to say...
I see you looking for something
You’ll never find...
They call this path the red walk
My mask is made of the dead...
I’ve seen eternity
Crushed like a grape...
Sit down down next to me
My angel with scabbed wings...
Ghost man go slow
Neck tie to necro...
I need to be cleanly
I want to be free...
An auburn haze descends this autumn night
Pollutants pry their fingers down throats...
Watching a bare tree
And the rope that hangs from it...
The path still calls me
The dark forest and the heart tree...