I've been hunting, out again
I'm holding up all that I've found here -
A head
And a piece of meat
The meat bleeds
The head speaks
A string of pearls of wisdom
A necklace of teeth

The spider and the fly
In the end which one am I?.

Petals fall
In the garden as I walk
To the house called winter
And when I wake again
I find the souls of men
Illusive, misunderstood
Growing with the yarrow
In the purple shaded wood
Savage!
Throw me another line
But cast it out
Just a little bit further next time

The spider and the fly
In the end which one am I?.

And I'm standing blood smeared
Looking out across wastelands
What's in my sights?.