I've been hunting out again
I'm holding up all that I've found here-
A head
And a piece of meat
The meat bleeds
The head speaks
A string of pearls of wisdom
A necklace of teeth
The spider and the fly
In the end which one am I?
Petals fall
In the garden as I walk
To the house called winter
And when I wake again
I find the souls of men
Illusive, misunderstood
Growing with the yarrow
In the purple shaded wood
Savage!
Throw me another line
And cast it out
Just a little bit further next time
The spider and the fly
In the end which one am I?
And I'm standing blood smeared
Looking out across wastelands
What's in my sights

INVIA LE CORREZIONI