Burrow (Live)

The weight of fears above the burrow

Of teeth and fur and blood

I clear my throat at a circle of sky

From the back of the hole I dug

(...)

Maybe I'll bolt out into the snare

From the back of the hole I dug

And feel the cold metal wire tear

At the fur and skin and sinew around my throat

(...)

I'll lay and watch the long migrations

And envy the southward bound formations

All the world performs the same motions

As I choke and wretch and spit and curse

At my complications