From the CD Feast Of Wire
spring is frozen now I’m stuck in low
wrapped with wire, tapped to the heart
can’t find no poison, now I’ve got no cure
(the) fangs are stuck inside my skin
payne county line
watching unjust claims
one man’s righteousness is another man’s
long haul, sentence carried out
long haul, counting the miles
to the four corners of the world
spring is rusted shut, (faith’s) coiled and cracked
apparitions worth their weight in gold
scratched in metal, name erodes away
hands are scarred, he