Count your bones
One by one
Lie awake at night
Underground, boxed and glum
Left you there for rot.
All my fears are overgrown
Will someone burn this grove?
Those August nights....
They burn hot as hell
And you wake up sweating dreams
It casts a spell
It casts a spell
Welcome home! It's been a while
Do you miss your head,
With your tattered clothes
And your bloody nose?
Aren't you glad to be rid of the smell?
Not at all?
Not at all!
I'll miss the fog
Through headlight wash
And bed and breath and touch
But I'll brave it out!
Yeah, I'll brave it out!
There's no use getting down
