We are born into fire Born beasts to hunt each other down Build our churches of blood and murder And judge our wealth by what we keep from each other You brother once had love in hand Now you keep only teeth and eyes You walk the desert half wolf half god Kicking at the skulls of husbands and daughters We carry our hate like slaves We are born buried to the grave Down the path to the August orchards The fruit and leaves are dusty with the heat An old dog lays like a dinosaur The way he's beaten by the unforgiving sun Beneath the trees wound within the shade I held your arms and held onto your legs All your hot tears swallowed by the dust With each tear our devices continue to rust But they sing our grace like prayers We are born buried in our graves We all run from the twisted grip That holds our unspeakable doom We live beneath those hands all our lives The hang over our path like the thunderheads of hell Run brother, keep on runnin' You don't have to live like the dealer of death Run from your god to your last dying breath And they'll kick the dirt over our bones When we call for the father's armsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
