• Do I dare sleep on this vile southern clay
    Of sinister reds and passionate browns?
    Do I dare disregard another day

    As an innocent morality play?
    If I should cry, I would make too much sound.
    Do I dare sleep on this vile southern clay?

    How I wished to be part of the ballet,
    But they persuaded me to buckle down.
    Do I dare disregard another day

    As my mind becomes ever disarray?
    An unbroken soul intended to drown.
    Do I dare sleep on this vile southern clay,

    This filthy, stinking clay dwindling away?
    I melted into the remorseful town.
    Do I dare disregard another day

    As we evanesce to a charcoal grey
    And our deepest fears become renowned?
    Do I dare sleep on this vile southern clay?
    Do I dare disregard another day?