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