Scott Walker - Track Seven

Stump of a drowner.
The delta holder.
Lowered up from his boulder
and riding pains
steady blowout.

All those arms in the gullys
chewed through at the wrists.
All that won't flood awake –
– all that listens and lifts

Deserting your lead
while the figure is also carrying

Deserting your lead
while the figure is also carrying.

Your hands are drained.
Your skins are stained and heavy.

Go to ground
you are sealed against the night.
Spotted head blood head
heat up the stars.
Polish and silence away your parole.

She's a dugout;
her second sleeps
dreagging the roads.
Her fixed strays
shine from ditches

wherever she goes –

– Deserting your lead
while the figure is also carrying

Pry open those jaws
try and hear your own way out.

Driven in deep;
you save yourself the burying.

The darkness swarms;
Try and hear your own way out.