Letras:
Soil

: Whoa! i will die screaming! whoa! scream my last breath in useless anguish. tear the sun from the sky. whoa! i will die screaming. whoa! die screaming

: On a string, on a string, on a string, I was held, the way I move, can you tell? My actions are orchestrated from above. So I swing and I sway, wave

: There is no beginning to the story A bookshelf sinks into the sand And a language learned and forgot in turn Is studied once again It's a shocking

: Our love is dead but without limit, like the surface of the moon, or the land between here and the mountains. Well it is not these hiding places that

think we'd see the beauty there and stand staring in awe At our still lives posed Like a bowl of oranges Like a story told by the fault lines and the soil

: I have a friend, he's mostly made of pain. He wakes up, drives to work and straight back home again. He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper,

: There's a man holding a megaphone, he must have been the voice of god. The bystanders claimed they saw angels flying up and down the block. They must

Earth now nourished with milk and with cum celebration of nature is done Come sun and gentle rain our gift is made so that the soil can give birth The

: Feel the ground the mourning soil close your eyes and lay confront the passage of time eternity which you cannot betray barter away this haziness