Stop the flood of praise No one forgives In the mouth your eyes Reverse the spin Cenotaph egg shells Stop the flood of pain Climbing through the sand and crowding stares Soft words splash beneath whispered wings of your mind Cry into your arm sleeve Open up Run into this grave Kill the light seeping inward through sensitive eyes All empty graves nothing there to save Wide umbrellas cover cloudless comforts Soft words splash beneath whispered wings of your mind wants yourself to heal Stuck sounds sway above screaming wings Out of your mind All it wants is to cut Cut it all cut it all down beside the lake Bet it all on the shovel in your garden Make sure you bury deep Hide the sun Lay your head down the ground the cemetery Cut it all cut it all down