hail to the sun living in the sky
hail to the stars, they give us light
we live in a house overrun with vine
it's more like a hell, but we feel fine.
pool like a pond, as black as night
black beetles swimming all in time
dark legs pull, they're in the mud
they move like a river
creeping in, the darkest fire
fists are clenched but one will find
we live with the devil but we feel fine
it's more like a hell here but we feel, fine.
animal eyes with pupils wide
we watched their legs moving in vain
they've lost their wings they cannot run they cannot hide they cannot, hide.
no one escapes here from the vines
it's more like a hell here but we feel fine
one day you'll get used to the mud in your lungs and your veins and your eyes, and you'll feel fine.
numb as the winter
numb as the winter
numb as the winter
numb as the winter
numb as the winter
numb as the winter
hail to the sun living in the sky
hail to the stars, they give us light
we live in a house overrun with vines
it's more like a hell but we feel fine
animal eyes with pupils wide
we watched their veins moving in vain
they've lost their wings they cannot run they cannot hide they cannot, hide.
no one escapes here from the vines
it's more like a hell here but we feel fine
one day you'll get used to the mud in your lungs and your veins and your eyes and you'll feel fine.
numb as the winter.
numb as the winter.