life's been cold so, I've grown a concrete coat that's what it takes life's been choked so, I broke three thousand throats that's what it takes, dear
half-sound, half-drowned the only movement's t'ward ground but birth's in earthen dirt domine fimus that's what it takes you feel a low flame memory summer long ago astride, you glide and cry open faced, open...that's what it takes, dear
i don't want your ah-ah-ah-ah arms i don't need your march for the dead of heart i don't want your hug of war i don't need your...i don't need you