hail to the sun living in the sky hail to the stars, they give us light we live in a house overrun with vine it's more like a hell, but we feel fine.
pool like a pond, as black as night black beetles swimming all in time dark legs pull, they're in the mud they move like a river
creeping in, the darkest fire fists are clenched but one will find we live with the devil but we feel fine it's more like a hell here but we feel, fine.
animal eyes with pupils wide we watched their legs moving in vain they've lost their wings they cannot run they cannot hide they cannot, hide. no one escapes here from the vines it's more like a hell here but we feel fine
one day you'll get used to the mud in your lungs and your veins and your eyes, and you'll feel fine.
numb as the winter numb as the winter numb as the winter numb as the winter numb as the winter numb as the winter
hail to the sun living in the sky hail to the stars, they give us light we live in a house overrun with vines it's more like a hell but we feel fine
animal eyes with pupils wide we watched their veins moving in vain they've lost their wings they cannot run they cannot hide they cannot, hide.
no one escapes here from the vines it's more like a hell here but we feel fine one day you'll get used to the mud in your lungs and your veins and your eyes and you'll feel fine.