Blood In the Orchard

Smoke’s flowing from the musty pit
With the break of snow and swelling coming from the orchard
We're loosin him with all your want
From the glory you have stolen and heads that you have changed
You may think that no one knows
But your mother’s gonna reap and then she'll sow
You’re not a duty of mine
You're there to walk your own line
I’m gonna tell people I know
Some way you've been altered
I see the blood flow red down in the orchard
The trees are bound with otter rags
The fruit lies pitted and eaten on the damp floor
The wings of birds have been clipped and picked to
Save themselves from carrying him away
Is this a glimpse of your troubled mind to
Barrenments of murdering seduction
You’re not a duty of mine
You're there to walk your own line
I’m gonna tell people I know
Some way you’ve been altered
Some way you’ve been altered
Some way you’ve been altered
Some way you’ve been altered
I see the blood flow red down here in the orchard
You’re not a duty of mine
You're there to walk your own line
I’m gonna tell people I know
You're not a duty of mine
Your there to walk your own line
I’m gonna tell people I know
Some way you’ve been altered
Some way you’ve been altered
Some way you’ve been altered