Strangled Road - Six Organs Of Admittance

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