Lyrics

Born into the dead fire Let it all or let die Smoke is in the white sky Hang your head in horror What could you remember? What could you ignore? Leaves are on the dead trees And death is on your door Climate death is rising New precipitation Eyes, I realize You walk on cloudy footsteps Brace yourself a minute Yeah, I go by the woodpile When your head is in it Burn those full of thorns To wash you in its feeling Street-eye does ignores you All the city stealing Brisket wraps around You can feel it winning If I be riding in my airbag At the beginning Born into the dank fly Learning all the lonely nights Smoke is in the white sky Hang your head in horror What could you remember? What could you ignore? Leaves are on the dead trees Death is on your door Climate death is rising New precipitation Eyes, I realize