High and far and beyond descent I'm gone without words and ready again to feel the lament. Women are what my heart knows best; my body, my soul, they are my defense. Desolation I deserve, degredation is my cure. Here in this pool of sorrow wept I'm leaving now to follow it. What it is I am not sure, where to go? It's all a blur. My mistakes, hollow and pure; My tracks like mapping, so demure.