The belief in life is a belief in love   A strangled road on the mountain   Will swallow your flimsy faith   The trinkets that you keep   Are just made of dirt   And colored gold   By the very men that you hate      And yes it's true they're hiding   Waiting to kiss your skull   They many even eat the horse   That you're riding   Swallow this whole world whole      The return home from equestrian lands   To the safety of the other   But you've no legs to stand   The call of a home that is headless   And scratchin'   Without sympathy for any man      And yes it's true they're hiding   Waiting to kiss your skull   They may even eat the horse   That you're riding   Swallow this whole world whole   As they swallow this whole world whole