Crumbling world falls through my hand In my mouth taste bitter sand Grass is burning, pulse is slow Drip by drip, I backwards grow 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 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