I can see it coming
Some voice
Herding the fallen ones like leaves
Hitching the corpses to his rope belt
Sisyphus or Lucifer
George or Mary
Burying the dead with her call
And rhyming the breeze with her horses
Pounding my head into the pavement

I can see it coming
Some voice
Herding the fallen ones like leaves
Hitching the corpses to his rope belt
Sisyphus or Lucifer
George or Mary
Burying the dead with her call
And rhyming the breeze with her horses
Pounding my head into the pavement