As you lay dyingnPoppies are reddeningnBursting wide opennRevealing their seedsnTastes like the water that beads on white skinnnAs you lay dyingnMorphine and ice creamnStaining your sheets and confusing your mindnAnd it reminds menThey still get paid when you diennThey took the heart right out of younnHow did it feel to be twenty-six degreesnWith your body splitnLeaking all about your legsnnCould you hear me callnFrom your mountaintopnCrawling through the snownCrawling through the blood to saynnDaddynDon't go awaynDaddynPlease stayn