Shaking the bones of the oracle
While I tread these sands
Dirt licks my wounded knees
And stained parchment hands
I'm crawling toward a mouth of smoke
As the dust storm kicks
I'm crawling back to me
As the dust storm kicks
Scraped the flesh from the shoulder
And a fire was burning that read an
Empty hand of fate
For the other man
Gaia, did you fade away
When you bore these blackthorn fields
A torn canvas, heartbroken,
Dead set on being dead
I'm crawling toward your mouth of smoke
As the dust storm kicks
I'm crawling back to me
As the dust storm kicks
Drained the light from the alter
And a fire was burning that read an
Empty hand of fate
For the other man