Morning spinning vengeance Clings just like a dog hair Last but least minola
Steely sleepers hell bound Surplus lovers sing out Photographs that we cling to Still call our names
Pin your chest with hard times Time torched in bloodlines Every drink that I'm sinking Carries the taste
We sleep on stones There's a killer in our homes That drives the night in
We sleep on stones Bitter winter's got our bones And lord knows I've been searching
Sleeping through a dust storm Beaten like a wing torn Buttons pop and the heavens roar
Sermons from a pig pen Life rushes from a crack den Injured birds in a closing phase
I see tokens of a mans greed Sown upon a boy seed Take 'em down with a clean shot Take 'em down
We sleep on stones There's a killer in our homes That drives the night in
We sleep on stones Bitter winter's got our bones And lord knows I've been searching
Hundred thousand heartbeats Twisting in the bedsheets Made my peace with Jesus long ago
If he sees what I see Then he will forgive me Take 'em down with a clean shot Take 'em down
We sleep on stones There's a killer in our homes That drives the night in
We sleep on stones Bitter winter's got our bones And lord knows I've been searching
We sleep on stones There's a killer in our homes That drives the night in
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