Climbing into fire, her hands are forceful

We're burying earth in earth

White hands, soft hands, carefully



This makes no sense

What's that sound I hear?

I'm lost in a state of confusion



Oh ground

I despise you, but rejoice in your essence

Envy will cease my sky

Greed will cease my sky



"Here's a farmer that hung himself on the expectation of plenty"

At this time I feel there is no bottom to earth



Tradition's dug the grave