Fainting in a coil, I numbly wait Voices in a spiraling decay Turn the ashes back into bone Another ghost in vain I seek to atone Living in a void, the taller grass Soaring to renew until the last Bending in a way, not to break Even standing in a fountain of ache Still, fooling with the gait Still, pulling on the bait Still, wanna get it straight Still, moving to be still Fainting in a coil, I numbly wait Voices in a spiraling decay Bending in a way not to break Even standing in a fountain of ache Moving to be still