It Speaks - Alter Der Ruine

I’ve been planting the seeds

Sent to scatter the spiders

From unsteady feet

On account of a boozetooth

Breath stoked in flames

Lights the long way

Lights the wrong way

Raw swells beat against the grey

Drowning out what’s to happen

They’ve brought it here to cut off its head in front of us.

It feels like it’s crashing over, and we open doors to let the blood flow

through

Don’t understand what you’ve seen

You’re all by yourself

Back to where you sleep

Not knowing whose rust-caked throat calls out and asks where you’ve been?