Ooooo
And when I woke I was not the same
Not the same as before
I was a fire on a frozen lake
Keeping the emptiness warm
Ooooo honey on the comb
Taken from its own
And when I rose it was not my bones
Not the bones I had grieved
I was a wind in a dying wood
Howling a tune on the leaves
Ooooo, honey on the comb
Honey on the comb
Taken from its own
And when I spoke it was not my voice
Not a voice I had known
I pulled my teeth and put them in a row
Told them they were free to go
A tide of pure corrosion
A chain of keys
Became the churn of oceans
With no reprieve
A black disease
Ooooo, honey on the comb
Honey on the comb
Taken from its own
Ooooo honey on the comb
Ooooo honey on the comb
Ooooo honey on the comb
Ooooo honey on the comb
