Call the crowd with my scars
Let the new cinema spot
The army's nothing
Make way, something
Here we come, persecution
We see the way of an end of life
Closer to the grand domain
Lead me to the west
For in the soil I found my place
Take my bones and turn to ash
Whisper secrets in the brass
Lead me down into the dark
Lead me down into the dark
Take my bones and turn to ash
And cover up the past
Break me down to earth
Make us wireless
Lead me down and take my earth
I found my place
Lead me to the fabric of the mass
Let me mother's hell
All my time, all my leisure
WME
Help cut your
Help cut your
Help cut your
Help cut your ver
Help cut your

Help cut your alive
Purity in decay
Let me down into the dirt
The cover of the past
Break me down to earth
Make us wild and last
Let me down and take my earth
Let me down
I'll blow my place on
Weaving to the fabric of the past
Let me down
Let me down
I'll blow my place
Weaving to the fabric of the past
Let me down
I'll blow my place