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