Lethargic

Cramping of my body muscles

Fever feeling i'm in pain

It's in my head

My head again

Rip it out

Make it go

Make it go away

No sense

Nervous talking

Arms out stretched

Still i'm floating

Heads will beckon

Blood will flow

I'm going mad

I am not whole

I am useless

I am engulfed

By this total darkness

Why does this moon beckon me?

What is this hidden face that i see?

And i run around

From stone to stone

In the air

The smell of cloves

From underground

Call to me

From underground

All the bodies

They're beckoning

Then i feel the fever hit again

Water boils

Stench of death

Fates way to show a way

Life to change this very day

And i'm gonna die . . .

We are the new tribe . . .

We're the children of the moon