歌词
My birth is a sentence
Of lost faith and shit remittance
I'm short of breath but long winded
In any language, in any sequence
Mother's earth and father's semen
Found dirt but it won't quicken
Can you help me break down
All that's left of me?
Shadow, ocean, sea, sound
They were sore afraid
They were sore afraid
Light bringer, dead ringer
Long faces in hallowed places
I'm short of breath but long winded
In any language, in any sequence
Brittle code and space to wallow
Breathe deep and summon the hollow
Seven rays of light down
Four winds come to cleave
Death will wear the sun's crown
And I am sore afraid
Death will wear the sun's crown
And I am sore afraid