The bandages of your lover only conceal
A heart of arms and famine
A walker of the wheel
So frail and weak
In too deep again
The suffering of our mother
Poisoned by her child
Up to our knees in madness
Wading through the mire
Caught in the holy throws of ether
Stumbling along a lonely highway
Weeping for my love, my only Earth
The hell that we made
The hell we made in our own image