Lyrics

I breathed on the people and the people started losing their minds I breathed on the people and the people started losing their minds, oh no The trouble is I grew that seed too long The trouble is I grew that seed too long The trouble is I grew that seed too long The trouble is I could not turn that sand into stone Sand into stone Two, three At its best, this town is like the rudest person you've ever seen At its worst, this town is like a psycho-killing fascist machinе, hey Well, I could not turn that sand into stone Sand into stonе All alone Sand into stone Running around, running around, running around, hit the ground Running around, running around, running around, hit the ground Running around, running around, running around, hit the ground Running around, running around, running around, hit the ground Running around, running around, running around, hit the ground Running around, running around, running around, hit the ground Running around, running around, running around, hit the ground Sand into stone, yeah Sand into stone, yeah Sand into stone