I’d been found out
So you thought I’d choke
But I’m full of lots of little tricks
Don’t underestimate the things I do and say
I’ve seen the tract
If anyone can best the fence, it’s me

Blood shed by my hand before dawn
-A red thumb tonight

Doubt says the sky will be falling down someday
Doubt says my heart is still full of hate
Doubt says that somehow I’ll always be one step behind
Maybe today’s the day doubt discriminates
And lays waste

What’s wrong with me?
My brain is a brimstone castle cracked at the seams
My filter’s all backed up—slips out
I can’t feel grief
My touch has gone rust
Now I’m a thriving disease
And I can’t be snuffed out
-Just keep growing and growing and growing

Blood shed by my hand before dawn
-A red thumb tonight
You dig and dig and dig and dig
You dig until you find
Whatever it is that you seek more than moral height
The garden’s full of flesh—a mess
The flowers are all sore
There is no hole that goes deeper than greed’s allure

Blood shed by my hand before dawn
-A red thumb tonight