Burnt loves' small heart
Hands woven in knots around my throat
Floating in the deep, darkness receding to blackness
Primordial, the language of screaming and fear
Dragged down into the cold by the sins I've tied myself to
Starting to feel that artificial Divalproex deadening, taking all the sharp edges off
Come walk with me down the tracks, bandits move in darkness
Down by the river flowing east, up on the burning place
Loose lace shoe knot mind comes untied at every step
Waiting on the long dark to consume it all