As Through A Glass Darkly You Seek Yourself,
But The Light Grows Weak While Under Yggdrasil.
A Basket Of Eggs May You Count
Your Days.
Though Your Gut Lies Filled, Only Shells Remain.
I Can Tell You've Been Drinking By The Scent Of Your
Breath.
Another Little Sip, A Bit Deeper In Debt.
You Can Rest Your Head In Your Wrinkled Hands.
But When You Awake, You're In
Another Land.
In Fields Of Green Rolling On Endlessly
You Find A Fallen Nest Where There Is No Tree.
Mark The Brown Furred
Hound Tied To The Mandrake Root.
Dare You Carve A Face In That Virtue Food?
I Can Tell What You're Thinking. I See It
Everyday.
I'll Help You With Your Coat, See You On Your Way.
Sure You Want To Go Walking On A Night Like This?
Look, There Goes
Another One Now. One Day I Swear They Will Not Miss.
As Through A Glass Darkly You Seek Yourself,
But The Light Grows Weak While
Under Yggdrasil.
A Basket Of Eggs May You Count Your Days.
Though Your Gut Lies Filled, Only Shells Remain.
