Vines

I lay down on a bed of fruit
Fine black baubles from the
Liquor root
Vines said, \"Jack, gonna take
Your bones below\"

Boughs hung heavy with the
Poison charms
Wrapped my body in their
Coiling arms
Stained my vision with the
Purple juice we know

Found my body on the stones
Below
Watch out, Jack , there's a poison
Road below

Wine welled up from the open
Ground
Swept my body to a boiling sound
That ground water came to wash
My bones below

I passed down through the
Darkest halls
Came to my house, it had viney
Walls
That ground water came to wash
My bones below