We are dirt for the bedding
Bone dry earth that’s bored with bloodletting
A waning thirst in despondence
Let’s us disperse no matter what happens
We are smoke through grinding teeth
Dragging ropes toward clusters of barren trees
Hang all oaths which were once gold
They must choke before they can erode
You won’t feel a thing, You won’t feel a thing
You won’t feel a thing, You won’t feel a thing
Never forget that we are dirt
We are rust in brand new joints
All locked up to define a proven point
Long enough that it’s hopeless
For both of us to be anything but finished
We have peaked at our valley
Bound to sleep underneath wisely
I can’t feel a thing, I can’t feel a thing
I can’t feel a thing, I can’t feel a thing
Just always know that we are dirt
Lungs like horizontal hourglasses
Gasping to help direct a rolling mist
We have peaked at our valley
Bound to sleep underneath wisely
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