My Faith Is A Great Weight Hung

And If I Tried To Give You Something Else, Something Outside Myself, You Would Not Know That The Worst Of Anyone Can Be, Finally, An Accident Of Hope

Need Is Not Quite Belief.

Thief!- How Did You Crawl Into, Crawl Down Alone Into The Death I Wanted So Badly And For So Long.

I've Grown Tired Of Love You Are The Trouble With Me I Watch You Walk Right By

I Would Like To Bury All The Hating Eyes Under The Sand Somewhere.