Fallen down to earth where they feast on the flies Ravenous downturned faces who you meet at your demise They watched you the moment you were born from the sky That's why they can't look you in the eyes The smell of burning feathers and greasy hair A cauldron burning beyond a vacant stare Leaving as it arrived, a shifting in the air Never letting on, as though they didn't care They're playing both sides until the middle tears Some things can only be done by fasting and prayer Fasting and prayer A gateway in a name, a name older than any other Be careful what you're bathing in Because it could leave you smothered In your life, sacrifice to cleanse your hands of clamping vice These poltergeists breathe cold as ice They foretell of the afterlifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
