The belief in life is a belief in love A strangled road on the mountain Will swallow your flimsy faith The trinkets that you keep Are just made of dirt And colored gold By the very men that you hate And yes it's true they're hiding Waiting to kiss your skull They many even eat the horse That you're riding Swallow this whole world whole The return home from equestrian lands To the safety of the other But you've no legs to stand The call of a home that is headless And scratchin' Without sympathy for any man And yes it's true they're hiding Waiting to kiss your skull They may even eat the horse That you're riding Swallow this whole world whole As they swallow this whole world whole