Strangled Road

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