Текст:
Crumbling world falls through my hands
In my mouth taste bitter sands
Grass is burning, pulse is slow
Drip by drip my backwards growthcrawl
Fade to hate
And I'll die within my fade
Wine, song, women, birth
This deflowered mother earth
Planting, plowing, how she grieves
The seeds that grow these dying trees
Fade to hate
In my mouth taste bitter sands
Grass is burning, pulse is slow
Drip by drip my backwards growthcrawl
Fade to hate
And I'll die within my fade
Wine, song, women, birth
This deflowered mother earth
Planting, plowing, how she grieves
The seeds that grow these dying trees
Fade to hate
