The sky

Seems low

What’s coming up to me?

Impact in misery

Decay

Badlands

When salt falls on the ground

To dry what has been drowned

Displeased, diseased

A thorn drilled into me

The taste

Of bittersweet

I sowed

Demands

Is what I gather from

All the fields of crumb

Incinerate my demons

Purify me

Set my soul free

Set my soul free

Here I fell

Down to earth

Down to the vermins I grave

Digging me in

All pain within

I feel my demons are calling for my sins

Lost all I had

As I return to coal

Lost all I had

Joining the hells patrol