Crawling on Bruised Knees

Plucked from the ground
Severed at the roots
And carrying the wind
To a wretched crepuscule

Crawling on bruised knees
Grasping in the dark
Spill ‘til I’m pitted
And sweat ‘til I’m ripe
Spill ‘til I’m pitted
And sweat ‘til I’m ripe

Dig my heels into the earth
Sear my feet on the burning ground
Shun my bestial body
And bound to a vision I have not yet created
And bound to a vision that I have not yet created

Plucked from the ground
Severed at the roots
Carrying my wind
To a wretched crepuscule

Crawling on bruised knees
Grasping in the dark
Spill ‘til I’m pitted
And sweat ‘til I’m ripe
Spill my blood ‘til I’m pitted
And sweat ‘til I’m ripe

Dig my heels in to sear my feet
Sear my feet on the burning ground
Shun my bestial body and bound
I’m bound to a vision I have not yet created
My teeth, my excess in the eyes of the end