Don't You Pretend That I'm Not Alive My Bones Never Ache Unless She's Nearby Where Is Your Face In A Safe Of Dead Tongues I Can See Your Reflection In Your Totem First Born I Suspect You've Been Carrying A Pack Of Wolves I Regret Not Killing You While I Had The Chance Maybe I Will Always Haunt You Mark The Somnolence With Truth Better Hang Your Dead Palace Than Have A Living Home To Lose In The River Ganges God Damns My Name Don't Let These Hands Sharpen Your Eyes A Rasp Of Tails