Pick apart the ends of your fingertips
Find something to eat
Bite your tongue in cheek
Take a path that strays from deliverance
Hide in desperate plea
Of caring voices, please
If I decide to go
Rest in peace under the snow
May the sky consume me so
If I am lost to dust
Creaking bones and rotted rust
May the flowers take my soul
The fire in my life
Is growing dimmer by and by
And I'm holding the hose
The lion in my eyes
Captivated in my iris
Dilate begging for light
But the beast has lost the fight
If I decide to go
Rest in peace under the snow
May the sky consume me so
If I am lost to dust
Creaking bones and rotted rust
May the flowers take my soul
