It sets me off to see the people. Always so easy to play. I'd rather keep my head down. Carry out the rest of my day. Somethin' 'bout the way that. People love their harm.
Tongues lost in me. Yours be the sharp and the vile. Glide neath my skin. Storm through my nerves. . I bury the nomad years. Hours in the earth. Couldn't exorcise these searing.