The belief in life is a belief in lovenA strangled road on the mountainnWill swallow your flimsy faithnThe trinkets that you keepnAre just made of dirtnAnd colored goldnBy the very men that you hatennAnd yes it's true they're hidingnWaiting to kiss your skullnThey many even eat the horsenThat you're ridingnSwallow this whole world wholennThe return home from equestrian landsnTo the safety of the othernBut you've no legs to standnThe call of a home that is headlessnAnd scratchin'nWithout sympathy for any mannnAnd yes it's true they're hidingnWaiting to kiss your skullnThey may even eat the horsenThat you're ridingnSwallow this whole world wholenAs they swallow this whole world whole