Torch the womb
Of the earth
Fill the dirt
With tears for the sediment
Pull them from
Their wedding beds
To fill their heads
With lies
What else should I say?
What else should I do, huh?
To live is christ to die is
The seasons change; but I don't care
Thoughts rearrange; but I don't
Yah... I don't
Care
Send the son back to earth
Show us what were worth
I am from the dirt to the hearse
I am from the dirt to the hearse
But you 1st