Awake
And your face turns against me
One by one by one
slipping sandbags from the levee into my head
I got this itch
And so far it's never gone away before I've given blood
So I scratch and I dig and I dowse through my body
There will be blood and there will be enough for this
Last drop, last faith
Dead gods, no sake
Bad luck, no fate
Let blood, let blood.
Let go
before you Close your Hands on me
carve in your bones
everything will end