It's a early rise   His teeth are furred   And cleanse with hands to hunt and hold   The sun divides   Imagined leaves   A shelter while I sleep      There are many years   To cloud my mind   But no burden   It's heavy like a tipping load      Early day   On a bloodied patch   Only noise and brick surround   Tradition sinks   In the soil here   As a rock is swallowed in the mud      The polluted skin   Of my brittle earth   It keeps the bleeding at bay      This syrup sweet   And thick to exchange me   My spirit has rearranged   Crippled, dampened, lame      As it goes   The syrup fills my eyes   The days faces fade to black   And I don't feel   And I can't fight   For my home anymore   Anymore      And I return to an open land   Where blood's blanket shielded me      This syrup sweet and thick to exchange me   My spirit has rearranged   Crippled, dampened, lame