I could
Break free from the
Wood of a coffin
If I need
But nothin's hard
As gettin' free from places
I've already been

I've been
Waist-deep In the
Burnin' meadows
Of my mind
In the engine
In cold December
Shootin' fire
From the hose

Now
Turn off your lights
Cause I'm
Not comin' home
'Til I'm delivered
For the first time

I was
First-born to a
Parade That follows
In rows
Down a narrow
Cold black river
Faceless shadows
Movin' slow