Grace, pride, tell me what’s your name?
Crippled will with tomorrow’s pill
And I feel no pain but I can’t remember
Whose to blame...
This is not my home
This is not my home
But the source was always known
My grain
I beg, you steal, do you show me your signs of a sin
Blistered and torn by the pure & reborn
But there are just like us and remember
Man, they cave in...
This is not my home
This is n*
Migrane
Wicked goddamn bass licks war stone, do you write your name in trust?
Word to the wise my instincts rise
All your heroes are gone and the proud
Ones have turned to dust,.. Seven dust...
You can kill my pride but my heads still
Flying!
My grain
My grain
My grain
Migrane |
