We're building fires that will burn at the morning.
The success that's stored surrounds us.
Tough is the leather that's strapped to my skin.
Spung out the bugs that we make.
We feel the steam as it rises around us.
Tough is the leather
that's strapped to my skin.
Spung out the bugs that we sing.
What's the muscle about?
I don't know.
What's the muscle about?
I don't know.
We're building fires that will burn
at the morning.
The smell of bugs that's stored surrounds us.
Tough is the leather that's strapped to my skin.
Spung out the bugs that we make.
To feel the pulsing from juncture to mountain,
down through the pain and into the grain.
Strong is the shoulder that moves through the time.
Here is the land it can break.
What's the muscle about?
I don't know.
What's the muscle about?
I don't know.
What's the muscle about?
I don't know.
What's the muscle about?
I don't know.
It's the leather that's strapped to my skin.
Spung out the bugs that we sing.