You think you were earning
Burning the church of your god
You were yearning

Learning the birth of your dirt
Did you think you earned it
Burning your god

That you thought messed up your life?

You spill red

On my cloudy carpet

You think you were earning

Burning the church of your god
You were yearning
Learning the birth of your dirt

Did you think you earned it
Burning your god
That you thought messed up your life?


You spill red
On my cloudy carpet


Your skin turns dust
On my cloudy carpet


You think
You were earning

Burning
Your skin turns dust
No more you were yearning

Burning
Burning
Your skin turns dust


Your skin turns to dust
When holding it close to the sun

And it burns the skin from you're your precious sun
It burns the skin
It burns the skin

It burns the skin