[00:01.47]A deep sore dragged through ages[00:08.91]The sores are my own,[00:31.83]I know Wounds collected through a lifetime[00:33.81]And wisdom[00:39.27]I pick up along the way[00:46.89]I received the spit from a snake[00:53.46]And the snare cut real deep[01:00.96]I was caught in her womb[01:07.92]Something spreading in my veins[01:08.88]Those walls[05:51.84]I faced alone.[06:06.60]I crept on bounded knees[06:08.82]The own will just vanished.[06:31.50]I wept my compassion away, with tears that flooded your heart.[06:47.79]No river leads back to mine.[07:14.58]I bow down in soil and whisper[07:28.53]I gather strength to spread the disease