Crawling Low and Eating Dust

Oh sinnerman, you nesteld quit deep into my chest
And I have grown close to you, for better or for worse.
Sinnerman, sinnerman

Oh sinnerman, I know all that roams must come home
But why am I still feeding on the serpents that you bear
Sinnerman, sinnerman

Why am I still kneeling for the cross that I wear
Why am I still feeding on the serpents that you bear

Sinnerman
I grew cold to you