Blinded by light Clouded in dust Just waking up from The sleep of the just
Livestock withered Babies malformed I’m left wearing Hazmat uniform
Down on the wind Where the sun always shines I can hear my lover Dying in the pines
Losing my mind Coughing up blood Would rather have perished By locust or flood
Killed an old lady For a tin of sardines Building an engine block For Satan’s machine
Down on the wind Where the sun always shines I can hear my lover Dying in the pines
Highway of bodies Rotting away Dead mouths hang open No prayer to say
On the horizon Figures in black Armed to the teeth Pointing me back
Down on the wind Where the sun always shines I can hear my lover Dying in the pinesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
