The pages is our pale
Books are unwritten
The house is fore sale
It's warm in the blood
Cold in the rain
It's easy to stay
But if you follow the void
it will lead you the way
Down the hillside
to the cemetery
To bury the past
Down the hillside
It's warm in the blood
Cold in the rain
It's easy to stay
But if you follow the void
it will lead you the way
Down the hillside
to the cemetery
To bury the past
Down the hillside
Down the hillside
to the cemetery
To bury the past
Down the hillside