No love within Take love from him He who cannot speak He who has no tongue
So small So tired Crawling in circles Safe in shadow He's covered, fed And sick
Behind a song That hangs like smoke Sweet and choking A black radiant hum That drives him On and on and on
Pursued Hot breath on neck Watched by bloody eyes Unblinking Pursued Watched Held close Consumed
That sacred thing Made of salt and blood And skin Ripped from tender darkness Left to dry In the midday sun Dancing On the burning winds His howling husk Dreams of rain
Now up from the pit To walk the soaking soil His eyes lift To behold the stars Each breath a hymn To a world rebornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
