A cold floor fit for you in all your midnight itching No one coming quickly to save you from the After Hurried with the hounds now He’s my own Eclipsing my love, his rottweiler sermon He’s my own Driving the talons, my own villain rising 30 months I’m still asking if 30 months feels strong 30 months I’m seeking a 30 months’ fortune Inform my mother’s people 30 months is war dealing with the blood of 30 years well worn He’s my own Eclipsing my love, his rottweiler sermon He’s my own Driving the talons, my own villain rising You’re not alarmed by this heady division? My own villain rising