My dreams are covered in ants,
wading in the pools of human blood
set ablaze as we sat back and laughed
Why am I hunted by the guilt of my past?
Gather the ore with our bare hands.
Still blood in the meat. So far out of reach.
And the carriage keeps on rolling
My heart is covered in ants,
crawling on the scene of the accident.
Locked hands pulled up by broken arms,
we pass out and we never get up.
Gather the ore with our bare hands.
Still blood in the meat. So far out of reach.
And the carriage keeps on rolling
The charred remains of the saints
trapped in the glassblower's pipe.
Chapel wall covered in communion.
Raise the devil in the VALLEY.
Raise the devil in the VALLEY.
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