I am the beast that waits with hungry maw.
I am the needle still sticking in your paw.
I am the all the every waking little thought.
I am the absence of all you thought was not.
I can be the furnace that lights your little fire.
I am the gasoline that makes the flame grow higher.
I am the gnashing teeth that wait in the dark.
I am that feeling that makes you feel so stark.
Stand against the wind and shout into the black.
Go on turn around and show them all your back.
If you feel the stick do not fret or worry...
It is just me caught up in your flurry.
I will hold you up this time to the fateful fire.
I will send your message all along the wire.
I will let the words fill my gritty mouth.
I will show them all what it means to be from the south.
Grit again your teeth and swallow all the pain.
Stand almost naked in the cold and dreary rain.
Do not make a peep about what the feeling numbing...
For the pain again will come a runnin'.