Testo di Hatchet

Motions will be made when others lay The path untamed lays souls Hold stoic gaze, and steady pace The other foot drops Lace break The first to fall Pipedream. Onwards we go Lace frayed – not unreachable All I'm left with Words to curse this Last cans opened, vacant eyes wander to the blade White fur, our friend: Loved; skinned Stone toed, endless road The first to fall Burdened least of all Tied your rabbits in holes One final whispered oath