I left your bark of bone For another one Before you turn grey Before your scent turns rancid I heard everything through your skin I can't stay in this vanitas you painted for me I don't know where I end and where you begin Some piteous beasts will give me my crown I'll follow their footsteps I'll learn to limp I'll eat in their trough I'll forget chimeras Disenchanted dreams I'll forget promises of air and straw