you can't bend your crooked arms
or fold your punctured proof
the air is growing cold
and there's nothing you can do
soon there'll be no gauze
inside the confessional
only rows of crows
defrocking every breath
one day you'll remember
behind the melting cones
you've always had a family
in the burial of your home
night forever more
i'll peel back all of my skin
peel back and let it all run