Sit back bare your cross to me Oh, won't I listen God, damn have I burned my hands On what's been missing I feel, unreal Every time I try and stop to
Sit back bare your cross to me Oh won't I listen God damn have I burned my hands On what's been missing I feel,.. Unreal everytime I try and stop to feel
Translation: Soil. Unreal.
Sit back bare your cross to me Oh won't I listen God damn have I burned my hands On what's been missing I feel,.. Unreal everytime I try and stop to
why we are bored beyond belief We came a long way out of nowhere Diggin' the soil Tried to find I don't know what Diggin' the soil Can't remember where
I am sickened by what I've heard I can't believe the thing that you have done To go this far nothing is unreal It is a waste forever dead This blood
I recall a city of soil Vision of order and hierarchy Improbable creatures in a stone court Punishing me for mistakes I cannot remember My body's different
