Spring is frozen now iâm stuck in lowwrapped with wire, tapped to the heartcanât find no poison, now iâve got no cure(the) fangs are stuck inside my skinpayne county linewatching unjust claimsone manâs righteousness is another manâslong haul, sentence carried outlong haul, counting the milesto the four corners of the worldspring is rusted shut, (faithâs) coiled and crackedapparitions worth their weight in goldscratched in metal, name erodes awayhands are scarred, heart is charredburnt though, and ashentrip on fence post linesifting through the remainsone manâs close pursuit is another manâslast chance, make it through the dividelast chance, suffer the weight or get buried by thisblack heart, sweeping over the landblack heart, crawling its wayto the four corners of the world