Kanawha

Where does the sky meet the dirt?
Where does the colour bleed into it?
Focusing, all eyes low
Put some energy into it

I am a crazy piece of work
I am an iron [?]
About a river running black
I heard the Kanawha's burning

Cover all of the shame
Forget those strings that follow you
Brace yourself for more of the same
Just a little rage that follows you