We bury ourselves in fear
We bury ourselves in fear
We bury ourselves in fear
We bury ourselves in fear
We bury ourselves
In other words
Make sense like strange incantations
Made from memories
And as I start to wonder what is happening to me
I look out and it's all a matter of time

Ooooooooh
Does he here have guilt and fear?
Ooooooooh
The sincerity is in fear
And thе soil starts to blacken like long lost locusts of diseasе
And strangers of his tell a stories of a man that made his order feel like
Fear
And now he comes in ,no other adverting temptation, message for thee
And its an english man standing in front of his injusted kind
Of Criminals


[Field recording of OTO Ritual]