A pitstop on the prowl
Where we've been for miles
I've been sat down, singing
"Only he would cheat us out of it"
"Only he would feast on
The suns of our all, the roots of our all
The suns of our all, the roots of our all"
But I don't feel wasted
Sink
Always crawling over me
Sink
Battered icons live in place
Sink
Always crawling over me
Sink
Just take a part
A piece
I feel it too