Lyrics:

Don't you pretend

That I'm not alive

My bones never ache
Unless she's nearby

Where is your face

In a safe of dead tongues

I can see your reflection
In your totem firstborn

I suspect

You've been carrying a pack of wolves

I regret

Not killing you while I had the chance
(I know I had the chance
I know I had)

Maybe I will always haunt you
Mark the somnolence with truth
Better hang your dead palace
Than have a living home to lose
In the river Ganges God damns my name

Don't let these hands
Sharpen your eyes
(A rasp of tails)
Don't let these hands
Sharpen your eyes
(A rasp of tails)
Don't let these hands
Sharpen your eyes
(A rasp of tails)
Don't let these hands
Sharpen your eyes
(A rasp of tails)
Don't let these hands
Sharpen your eyes
(A rasp of tails)
Don't let these hands
Sharpen your eyes
(A rasp of tails)
Don't let these hands
Sharpen your eyes
(A rasp of tails)