dry dirt
dusty death in a cockerel's crow
do not let me lay here in this painful song
this wake up to nothing
sadness song
crowing hard this fucked up mench
good but the fear
keeps me a bit mad
wishing the right path
were always right
and this dry death
sings across the barn yard
with my boots on the dirt
dead dust
scratching the earth
scratching the surface
seeing the words
chicken scratch
and goodness rides on the back
of this fearless cock
crowing for my salvation
crowing for
forgiveness
crowing for an inch
of your sweet tongue
the dirt turns to mud
in your perfect
mouth
while you crow
this cockerel's
crow
