The snake eats its tail cause we're dead and alive, if we follow the signs we'll be sure to arrive on time. Moving in shadows, the ghosts of the past. They pass the parts on to me, the anatomy of my memory. Oh the hillsides are soaked in the blood of our ancestors, finding our way through these tall stands of grandfathers. Well I found in your face all the truth that I need, the faith in your body is planting the seed. Follow my lead, lead me to follow.