I have no head
The forest floor is my bed
The leaves that fall I use as a blanket
For my bones are as cold as lead

The ways of old
Those hungry mouths
The things they said

I have no eyes
The forest floor I despise
But I will not be gone in the morning
I will lie still here
I will lie

Said to me to the edge of the trees
On a Monday afternoon
I waited till the moon

Lay on your hot back
Breathe it in
The sickly sweet of my rotting skin
But you follow the road
And it was just our dust

Lay on your hot back
Breathe it in
The sickly sweet of my rotting skin
But you follow the road
And it was just our dust
Standing there in the frosty air
I knew our time I've come
You follow the road
And it was just our dust
Just our dust
Just our dust

{​Instrumental Solo}​

I feel no pain
The blood is frozen in my veins
And although you were here in the morning
My skin was cold before you came
My skin was cold before you came