Texty:
Soil Until Its Over

Nothing I remember is there Will everything come back to me again? I towed the line, I did my time, until it's over I gave it all, I watched you fall, until

about keeps on changing its shape One day I might open my eyes and decide that I am dead Until that day I'll just try and dream of you inside my head You were soiled

thinking i'll go back to the city and i'll see all my friends upon the broken streets. its been two years since you left, its been the coldest of winters

keeps on changing its shape One day I might open my eyes and decide that I am dead Until that day I'll just try to dream of you inside my head You were soiled

and fish and birds, then animals And to top it all off let us make man in our image, after our likeness And let him have dominion over everything that

soil from steaming, angry clouds. Melting away, stinging, crawling, dancing, slashing, choking? We found him frantic, slapping at the heavy raindrops sweating down his body just repeating, over