I search the ways of knotted land
Of great demand
They rate command
Any night it's not in here
On brokered land
On ruptured land
They sweat away of living dear
Of great demand
Of great demand
In separate of lovers down
The native land
The native land
In seperate the lovers down
Let it speak
Of what i found
They clip away
Of counting brawls
They make me fall
That it makes me fall
They think that I'm nothing more than a dick
An alien tired of Stanislaus
And in the walls I lose control
In ways I've never feared
They separate the fall from grace
That hit my face
That hate my face
And everything is here to stay
In modern hell
In moderrrrn faith