Religion left you in the dust of Georgia in the summer months Shrieking calls of murderous crows would rouse you from your slumber Fresh haystacking burlap sacking scratched against your skin She locked you in that place again and filled you up with sin
Night comes down, make your poison Starve your muscles down to your skeleton They’re all fatted cows slated for slaughtering Dig deep down and kill
You’re suffering, kill Kill your suffering
The city lights are awfully bright but they don’t keep you up at night You’ve got some vital things to do and nobody is safe You thought it would be different here you thought that it would disappear Once you choked your only fear and put it in its graveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
