You are mistaken when you come with shovels in your handsnThe ghosts caught between your teeth will find their way home...nnAnd empty hides left that you sniff out nwill consume you, take themselves backnnWatching your teeth bend closer to the groundnRaining from your mouth, watering and hungrynAnd as your feet walk closer to the mouth,nYou'll be the grubbery for your robberynnAnd how you will pay for the rush of rot through your heartnThe fork turns beneath the ground,nIt ends this way.nnEmpty hides left that you sniff outnwill consume you, take themselves backnnWatching your teeth bend closer to the groundnRaining from your mouth, watering and hungrynAnd as your feet walk closer to the mouth,nYou'll be the grubbery for your robberynnEmpty hides left that you sniff outnwill consume you, take themselves backnWhen you chew now, you should look outnWhen the ground moves, hungry like you...n