I woke in a sweat from a desirous fever

In the pocket of yesteryear where faults have fallen to some

I begged not to carry the corpse

To not be a queer fish in unforgiving hearts

Unforgiving you

To not be buried in native clay and preserved for cynicism



I wish to be a pauper in kind eyes

To feel the gravel beneath my knees

To wake in a home

To feel the gravel beneath my knees



God had sent my calamity into

A deep space from which not even in dreams

Could I ever imagine my escape



God had sent my calamity into

A deep space from which not even in dreams

Could I ever imagine my escape



[Spoken outro]