It's a early rise His teeth are furred And cleanse with hands to hunt and hold The sun divides Imagined leaves A shelter while I sleep
There are many years To cloud my mind But no burden It's heavy like a tipping load
Early day On a bloodied patch Only noise and brick surround Tradition sinks In the soil here As a rock is swallowed in the mud
The polluted skin Of my brittle earth It keeps the bleeding at bay
This syrup sweet and thick to exchange me My spirit has rearranged Crippled, dampened, lame
As it goes The syrup fills my eyes The days faces fade to black And I don't feel And I can't fight For my home anymore Anymore
And I return to an open land Where bloods blanket shielded me
This syrup sweet and thick to exchange me My spirit has rearranged Crippled, dampened, lameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.