Maggots

To die, when the sun is high in the sky
When you're warm and love for you feels right
When the weather changes not one degree
And your woman, again longs to hold you tight

To sleep, forever like a barren mountain-side
Growing harder, with every cutting winter-wind
Stone, through the hallways of your soul
Growing colder, no early morning light

And sheep like maggots - crawling across your face
Fences staked on treeless rock - a possession and a rape
You're screaming through your gullies - bleeding through your creeks
Your guts torn out for brick-veneer - your summit cries defeat

Nothing, can survive this drudgery
This boredom, finding deadly release
My people, they've been locked away in the suburbs
Given sweet-frontiers from which no sound escapes

But still, there's fashion, the opium remedy
Look like this, look like that, look like - nothin' at all
Me, I'm into changes, granite appeals to me
Some sort of costume chipped straight from your rocky-heart