Bitter
These fallow grounds i plow in ignorance for ambiance
Watered by the falling tears of a god killer
They will only bare a wicked plant with evil fruits that rot in the sun
The one that hangs the lowest the quickest reward but bursting with maggots
Breathe
Just breathe
Speeding over the horizon I catch with my dreams
Poke a whole in the bag with a rusted knife I sift out the debris
I am the chaff that grows out of the side of the wheat
This beast has over stepped the mark bleeding from the mouth
This bitter taste washes my dry mouth
Atop this pile chaotic picture widens
And yet we are stand there screaming prayers into the ether
And with the hand that's free we steal food out of theirs
Swaddled in linens I set the lucky free
Bitter we limp onwards into the western winds
Bitter we limp onwards into the western winds
Bitter we limp onwards into the western winds
Bitter we limp onwards into the western winds
Bitter we limp onwards into the western winds
Bitter
They say I'm paranoid (I'm paranoid)
But I know the taste of a ringing phone (The taste of a ringing phone)
They say it's propaganda (I'm paranoid)
But the crying soil depicts a very different tail to tell
The crying soil speaks a very different story
The crying soil speaks the truth
Watered by the falling tears of a god killer
They will only bare a wicked plant with evil fruits that rot in the sun
The one that hangs the lowest the quickest reward but bursting with maggots
Breathe
Just breathe
Speeding over the horizon I catch with my dreams
Poke a whole in the bag with a rusted knife I sift out the debris
I am the chaff that grows out of the side of the wheat
This beast has over stepped the mark bleeding from the mouth
This bitter taste washes my dry mouth
Atop this pile chaotic picture widens
And yet we are stand there screaming prayers into the ether
And with the hand that's free we steal food out of theirs
Swaddled in linens I set the lucky free
Bitter we limp onwards into the western winds
Bitter we limp onwards into the western winds
Bitter we limp onwards into the western winds
Bitter we limp onwards into the western winds
Bitter we limp onwards into the western winds
Bitter
They say I'm paranoid (I'm paranoid)
But I know the taste of a ringing phone (The taste of a ringing phone)
They say it's propaganda (I'm paranoid)
But the crying soil depicts a very different tail to tell
The crying soil speaks a very different story
The crying soil speaks the truth
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Writer(s): Rj Learmouth
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