In stillborne mornings As the breaks breathe their smog Appalachian light turns filthy Amalgamations they have spawned It's looming over me, again Woven into my skin, old sin Whispering greys The writing spider weaves my name In a lonely tree atop Craggy Mine or yours, it's all the same It's looming over me, again Woven into my skin, old sin To disappear, to disappear To disappear, to disappear To disappear, to disappear To disappear, to disappear To disappear It's looming over me, again Woven into my skin, old sin