Stumbling                  face up                     face down
Kick the dirt                 and                      smell my frown
Depressive           thoughts intend                 to steal
The lack of you                                    for nothing real
She bleeds                                                into jars
And the tears            have all                       collected
To wash                      over                           skin
That we have               ever                        neglected

Like the lost                son of                         man

And in sheep’s              skin                        we’ll tan
Under waves          of thoughtless                  eyes
That witness                your                      nakedness
Shuddering cold           tense                       muscle
Listen to                  cold hearts                   beat
Beating of lust,   beating of violence,      Bleed the path ahead
Fruit smashed         against a                lovers tongue

Frustrate a hand     a voice in the silence        choking inside heads