My belly bleeds from crawling the earth at the heels of beggars and thieves 
 While chemical [bad word] through my veins 
 wire from pole to pole to bring me your weighted speech 
 It falls upon deaf ears for I cannot hear you now 
 Speak to me, speak to me 

 For we are but men learning how to die 
 And youth is like spring-time but winter is in sight 
 So go ahead divide your grain; keep it in the cellar now 
 But when winter arrives, who will stuff your lifeless mouth? 

 So wait for grace to grab you by the throat 
 And we’ll sing “Glory” 
 “Thy will be done over me”