Crumblin' world falls through my hands In my mouth, taste bitter sand Grass is burnin', pulse is slow Drip by drip, my backward growth Crawl Fade, fade, I hate I'll die within my fade Wine, song, women, birth This deflowered Mother Earth Planting, plowing, how she grieves Seeds that grow, seeds that grow these dying trees Crawl Fade, fade, I hate I'll die within my fade True Instrumental Fade, fade, I hate I'll die within my fade