You think you were earning

Burning the church of your god

You were yearning

Learning the birth of your dirt

Did you think you earned it

Burning your god

That you thought messed up your life?



You spill red

On my cloudy carpet



You think you were earning

Burning the church of your god

You were yearning

Learning the birth of your dirt

Did you think you earned it

Burning your god

That you thought messed up your life?



You spill red

On my cloudy carpet



Your skin turns dust

On my cloudy carpet



You think

You were earning

Burning

Your skin turns dust

No more you were yearning

Burning

Burning

Your skin turns dust



Your skin turns to dust

When holding it close to the sun

And it burns the skin from you're your precious sun

It burns the skin

It burns the skin

It burns the skin