Battle Of Mice Lamb And The Labradour
All your sympathy’s gone
Onto needles and pins
And the scratch on your cheek
When the dye is cast red
Pillars melted to wood
Shallow breath that you held
Fevered threat in the ground
Home ward memories expound
All the fevering pitch
When you’re breath is run raw
And the song of the strays
In the scratch on your cheek
