stalk in the wheat
it's dying degrees transcend the eyes of more than fifty mp's red carpet roll is for my dignitaries
it's not for my blood and certainly not for me
brick out the light, burn up the books
break in the angel
whatever it takes
the black market warns me
the dangers of weaving a silencing plan for orange sand I'm not going to rust
it's strange because I'm not coming home
left here to bake in the dust
it's strange how muscle twists off the bone
lies are all they're ever going to tell you
lies are all they're ever going to tell you
lies are all they¹re ever going to tell you
I'm not going to talk
it's a crime to taper off with control changing
god's immutable stone won't bring her back
so twist off the road