I've been hunting out again I'm holding up all that I've found here- A head And p piece of meat The meat bleeds The head speaks A string of pearls of wisdom A necklace of teeth
The spider and the fly In the end which one am I?
Petals fall In the garden as I walk To the house called winter And when I wake again I find the souls of men Illusive, misunderstood Growing with the yarrow In the purple shaded wood
Savage! Throw me another line But cast it out Just a little bit further next time The spider and the fly In the end which one am I?
And I'm standing blood smeared Looking out across wastelands What's in my sights?