On dirt like stones The light paints the bones of men that start to overgrow. All that remains.. But what they stole..was innocence.. The slate once
On dirt like stone The life paste, the bones of men That sought to overthrow Or all that remains Oh, what they stole Was innocence, the slate once clean
: On dirt like stone The life paste, the bones of men That sought to overthrow Or all that remains Oh, what they stole Was innocence, the slate once