When you think like a hermit you forget what you know

We all know what we know, it's a hard swath to mow
When you think like a hermit you forget what you know

Things I've seen will chase me

Things I've seen will chase me
To the grave

Carnivals of silverfish

We can ill afford
To give ourselves to sentiment
When our time is oh so short
There are names beneath the lichen
On these cemetery stones
And carnivals of silverfish
Waiting to dance upon our bones