I hear the rattles and tatters of home kick over the buckets of the wells run dry I can see, but I don't care nothing is the best gift you can find
peru resh
on my past suffering your voice is at last, smothering to hell with your excuses what do you know of desperation you people never feel the pain of dark eyed angels in a desperate hell in a desperate hell
I hear the rattles and tatters of home thrown over the edge, my eyes are dry I sit in the darkness of my own device and search my soul for a paradise
peru resh
eat my flesh and drink my blood tomorrow I'll be crucified eat my flesh and drink my blood tomorrow I'll cry yes, tomorrow I'll... die