...And In Dirt Lyrics

They lost them to the seas

You spread the word

I only spread disease

They watch as we all drown

They hold the evidence to break your process down.

It's too late to confess

Your precious heirlooms

And your morals in a state of undress

So save your prayers of hurt

I made my bed and still I sleep in dirt.

Your presence barely felt

Still hits below the belt

What languages were heard

The things desired and the things we both deserve.

It's too late to confess

Your precious heirlooms

And your morals in a state of undress

So save your prayers of hurt

I made my bed and still I sleep in dirt.

With the fire of chariots

These moments are passing us

Preserve me with your tears

Come save me from the burning years.