Bless the entries, always at an end Shake a buildings pride, to where it descends So I don't flee anymore So my wind crashes against the shore There's no more hope, not at all There's hallways that look for more The body so hollow, I want more
Closest sand pits, I claim Set the pile so there's none to waste "I'm just making sure you were right " "You're just sorry there is no time"
Rubber voice, I lust for more Tyrant from my history, please control Rusted handcuffs, just break more