Crumblin' world falls through my hands
In my mouth, taste bitter sand
Grass is burnin', pulse is slow
Drip by drip, my backward growth
Fade, fade, I hate
I'll die within my fade
Wine, song, women, birth
This deflowered Mother Earth
Planting, plowing, how she grieves
Seeds that grow, seeds that grow these dying trees
Fade, fade, I hate
I'll die within my fade
Fade, fade, I hate
I'll die within my fade

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