In time the silence gives way
The grain betrays our larval state
Seethe Burns All
Standing wild on ragged stones
Waiting to be
To be found
To be found
The water flowing slow and black
The air of the blackbirds all
Standing wild on ragged stones
Waiting to be
To be found
To be found
Looking away from the fall of tomorrow
Tunneling through the black that will follow
Tearing the sickness from hearts that are hollow
Cracking the bones to get at the marrow