Don't you pretend That I'm not alive My bones never ache Unless she's nearby Where is your face In a safe of dead tongues I can see your reflection In your totem first born I suspect You've been carrying a pack of wolves I regret Not killing you while I had the chance Maybe I will always haunt you Mark the somnolence with truth Better hang your dead palace Than have a living home to lose In the river ganges God damns my name Don't let these hands Sharpen your eyes A rasp of tails