Crumbling world falls through my hands In my mouth taste bitter sand Gra** is burning, pulse is slow Drip by drip, my backward growth Crawl Fade, fade, I hate I'll die within my fade Wine, song, women, birth This deflowered Mother Earth Planting, plowing, how she grieves Seeds that grow, seeds that grow these dying trees Crawl Fade, fade, I hate I'll die within my fade True Crawl Fade, fade, I hate I'll die within my fade