I come from a buried place
Bruised and blue as fallen plumbs
Where locked behind needle fences
Are jellied faces sucking thumbs
A land of crooked family trees
With roots that melt like snow
Feed on their babies broken bones
Bloody knees and broken toes
Giant serpents sweep the land
Twisted creatures with no eyes
Telling tales of good fortune
Wrapped in snake skin and lies
There the wind is black as pitch
The moon weeps into midnight
Waiting in the blackness for the sun
Resting barely beyond her sight
I come from ink-stained nightmares
Beat by the rusty-belt of dusty dreams
Though my hide was tanned to Ocher
I shed my skin to unleash my wings
