Oh, look at the sun
It's drying out, today
Oh look at the wind
Fanning fire
I might as well breathe
I'm bleeding out
Today, I might as well head
The voices in my throat

Oh, look at the sun
It's drying out, today
Oh look at the wind
Fanning fire
I might as well breathe
I'm bleeding out
Today, I might as well head
The voices in the throat

I's afraid
Scared, dancing in the yard
Waiting to see
Scared, covered in my self
Daily for me
Dirt, covered in my lungs
Out of the scene
Making use of myself
Things had dreamt to pretend
At night their eyes still burned
At thе ends in the end
And all black hymns had been rеhearsed