The Hunter wakes and feels hungry

neglecting time, will kill the weak



No medicine will come of rain,

craving wonder in a mystery



Out of arrows, so she plants the seeds

a solid promise to feed a need to worry



Hands that come alive,

grasping at the tree line.

Hands free of all care



Take what you want and discard your vices.

What will you sacrifice to live this way?



Betraying the distance

You better stay out



Take what you want, discard your vices

What will you sacrifice to live this way?

The malady invisible at the moment it's first witnessed



So just breathe.

I can't with so much air alive

to grant life the weak can only see.



Hands that come alive,

grasping at the tree line.

Hands free from all care.



Hands that guide the knife.

Take what you want and discard your vices.

What will you sacrifice to live this way?



Betraying the distance

You better stay out



Her mouth is stitched

with roots the earth refused to keep.

She speaks escape in every place we sleep



Her hands, soft skin

A cure clawing for disease

The serpent with its tail between its teeth



Her eyes made bright

with candles hewn from careful bones

The wax it wanders, winds her throat

Her breath is so loud



Her mouth is stitched

with roots the earth refused to keep

She speaks escape and now

I can't leave her flying out to roam

all on her own



You see the trembling on the ends of her wings?

Because of you, it's been shaking so consistently



Leave behind the ghosts

Leave behind the fires of home



Every ounce of Hope

is lost in the steps that we don't know.



Leave behind the ghosts

Leave behind the fires of home



Every ounce of Hope.

Hands that guide the sharp edge

will turn towards the rope.