Droning low and heavy, the sky is filled with dirt
Lying with ten pounds of fear, in this muddy field of hurt
The enemy's reflection, stay outside yourself
Don't contemplate the job at hand, close your eyes to summon help
I take you on your three day road
I send you on your three day road
With a quiet cough and wheeze
Then you're hanging in the trees
The shoulder blade is in the fire
And the hands are to your throat
I send you on your three day road
Disappear into the snow, fingers gone to frost
Gambling on survival, almost all is lost
Three go out and one returns, fattened on the rest
Taken by the fever, my knees are up onto your chest
I take you on a three day road
I send you on your three day road
With a quiet cough and wheeze
Then you're hanging in the trees
The shoulder blade is in the fire
And the hands are to your throat
I send you on your three day road