Do you know the
Smell of your own face?
Will you eat the
Will you eat the world?
Going to a place that's rotten
Feast on what's on the way
Going to a place that's rotten
Feast on what's on the way
Going to an open, to a clearing
The soil is sour and unforgiving
We buried our guilt
I think I left the shovel there
Going to an open, to a clearing
The soil is sour and unforgiving
We buried our guilt
I think I left the shovel there
I'd eat all the dirt and the sand for you
And all the dog bones too, if you ask me (if you ask me)
Any sick brain knows an unknown fеllow
Any sick brain makes me think about things
Going to a place that's rottеn
Feast on what's on the way
Going to a place that's rotten
Feast on what's on the way
Going to an open, to a clearing
The soil is sour and unforgiving
We buried our guilt
I think I left the shovel there
Going to an open, to a clearing
The soil is sour and unforgiving
We buried our guilt
I think I left the shovel there
