I look down and my hoof is cloven   Black blisters on my family photographs   Blood in my mouth and shit on my fingers   I can't move till light stops touching my face, but I don't think I wanna   I'm turning into stone   Sparrows perching on my shoulder make me forget the taste of blood   My dirty body begs for curtains to be drawn   Long red ribbons touch my eyes to the floor   my bones bend each hand to six fingers   I can't move till the light stops touching my face, but I don't think I wanna   I'm turning into stone   The sparrow perching on my shoulder made me forget what I was talking about   Beware the white ghost.