Choked by hands of god and the snakes of time. We watch as those who seethe bleed the soil dry. They answer your prayers and they take your life. They form in our dreams, they are all of us. And who will be put to rest when the time comes? Where will the bodies lie? When the earth is dry? Where will your preachers lie when it's their time? Directions bleed to one under the dying sun and with the ground we are one.