Track15.

"what do you read my lord?"
"words, words, words."

little snow globe
you hold little specks
of little hope

i take hold of you
hold-er of my
dreams, hold me

They take you away
A way for them
to bring away

They break you
Broken, from the whole
you were, at the break of dawn.

now there you lie
cracked, lying on the ground
the wounds don't lie

night falls
specks fall
fall fell fallen

"What do you read my lord?"
"Wor(thless), Words, Words."
track 15 repeat.