Text: Ozark Henry. Pillgrim.

we're looking out to see what's new
we're looking in to get some truth
with all we say
with all we do
we have a key
but not a clue
since death came knocking on my door
I'm not welcome anymore

looking out I see a face
I recognize an old disgrace
with all we say
with all we do
the needle is a pillgrim to
since death camen knocking on your door
I'm not welcome anymore

pillgrim

I forget abou bread
I apologize to life
making friends with death
I get high, I get by
with a spoon against the blues
a needle friendly cruel
I renumber, nullify abilities
I fool away the youth bloom
to mingle with a zoom
of children living loud
filling up the crowd
keeping desire
keeping the desire