In stillborne mornings
As the breaks breathe their smog
Appalachian light turns filthy
Amalgamations they have spawned
It's looming over me, again
Woven into my skin, old sin
Whispering greys
The writing spider weaves my name
In a lonely tree atop Craggy
Mine or yours, it's all the same
It's looming over me, again
Woven into my skin, old sin
To disappear, to disappear
To disappear, to disappear
To disappear, to disappear
To disappear, to disappear
To disappear
It's looming over me, again
Woven into my skin, old sin
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