Fainting in a coil, I numbly wait
Voices in a spiraling decay
Turn the ashes back into bone
Another ghost in vain I seek to atone
Living in a void, the taller grass
Soaring to renew until the last
Bending in a way, not to break
Even standing in a fountain of ache
Still, fooling with the gait
Still, pulling on the bait
Still, wanna get it straight
Still, moving to be still
Fainting in a coil, I numbly wait
Voices in a spiraling decay
Bending in a way not to break
Even standing in a fountain of ache
Moving to be still
