The earth shifts beneath these heels as I wade through pain Slowing this heartbeat as to not attract the flies again
I’m leaking the lust For which I crave The twisted hope To populate another grave
The desert glare blisters this hide as I wade through dissidence Slowing this heartbeat as to rest for now And lay upon what once was sand
I learned so well from a man who knew nothing From a bastard saint who’d hide behind the lines And wants his son to stand tall And watch as his father fallsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.