This Syrup to Exchange Lyrics

It's a early rise
His teeth are furred
And cleanse with hands to hunt and hold
The sun divides
Imagined leaves
A shelter while I sleepThere are many years
To cloud my mind
But no burden
It's heavy like a tipping loadEarly day
On a bloodied patch
Only noise and brick surround
Tradition sinks
In the soil here
As a rock is swallowed in the mudThe polluted skin
Of my brittle earth
It keeps the bleeding at bayThis syrup sweet
And thick to exchange me
My spirit has rearranged

Crippled, dampened, lameAs it goes
The syrup fills my eyes
The days faces fade to black
And I don't feel
And I can't fight
For my home anymore
AnymoreAnd I return to an open land
Where blood's blanket shielded meThis syrup sweet and thick to exchange me
My spirit has rearranged
Crippled, dampened, lame