To further eyes, his teeth are furredAnd clenched with hands to hunt and holdThe sun divides the matching leavesIn the shelter while I sleepThere are many years to cloud my mindAnd nobody knowsThe sun, it's heavy like a tipping loadEarly day on a blooded patchOnly noise and rips aroundTradition sinks in the soil hereAs a rock is swallowed in the mudThe polluted skin of my brittle heartKeeps the bleeding at bayThis syrup's sweet and fairTo exchange meFor my spiritHas rearrangedAnd crumbled down the laneR DenisI curiously ask awayWhy I hate itguitar sologuitar soloAnd as it goesAs it fills my eyesThe day's faces fade to blackAnd I don'tfeelthat I canfindmy homeanymoreanymoreanymoreI returnI returnto an open landwhere blood's blanketshielded meThe syrup'ssweet and fairto exchange meMy spiritis rearrangedA crippleddampened manA crippleddampened manA crippleddampened manA crippled