Wise Blood

Wilted flowers line the way
 They dance in the mud and sway in the rain
 They can sense the earthquake
 Days before I do
 I want to be buried
 In my own
 Little grave
 Without any flowers
 Without any name
 Same old story
 New tragic dance
 Move with my fingertips
 Always locked in a trance
 Can't drown my pride or hang my head
 Hound of hell
 Evil motherfucker
 I'd rather keep all my conversation for when I'm dead
 Lone wolf
 Evil motherfucker
 Self hating seeds
 Planted long before me
 Have grown to split the center of my being
 Wise blood
 Must run through my veins
 Pumping and swirling
 Making me sing
 Wise blood
 Have no doubt
 Wise blood
 Inside and out
 Wise blood
 Can't drown my pride or hang my head
 Hound of hell
 Evil motherfucker
 I'd rather keep all my conversation for when I'm dead
 Lone wolf
 Evil motherfucker
 Wilted flowers line the way
 They dance in the mud and sway in the rain
 They can sense the earthquake
 Days before I do
 I want to be buried
 In my own
 Little grave
 Without any flowers
 Without any name
 Same old story
 New tragic dance
 Move with my fingertips
 Always locked in a trance
 Can't drown my pride or hang my head
 Hound of hell
 Evil motherfucker
 I'd rather keep all my conversation for when I'm dead
 Lone wolf
 Evil motherfucker
 When the sky folds up
 And then the moon falls down
 As the seas dry up
 To reveal hollow ground
 I'll still be me
 Wise blood