World’s cold and you’re coming with me back home
Shooting d** and you never learned at all
Crystal visions informing my black cauldron
f**ing pains all around me when I look out
Look into your eyes and I can hear the silence shout
Read my palm it says we’re getting out
Give me the sign of the open eye
I am numb with the lonely lust
Goat of thy flock i’m gold , i’m god
Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod
Guns shot by your hands making bodies cold
My lai ma**acre only 9 years old
Just a victim of the war you sold
Come close see my body alive with flame
Promises you will never k** again
Come gaze into my black cauldron