I tore myself down to build over keeping the good while throwing things hate into fire well got lost on road righteousness Trouble wind always blowing my way sought shelter from harm and you obliged. On shortcut home head was full of ghosts saw a light it with wolves at your heels accepted for dead tomorrow isn't promised around here distant thoughts far away fears I've been shoveling dirt just north hell cold nowhere never want see again let turn ashes stone let.the sky wide open it.burn ground or could blow up in one go such long left said whispered