Troy Von Balthazar - New World Lamb lyrics

When it is over A tired man rests On any damn breast And it is over I'm like a dying star I feel like hell All my friends are doing well They do not call me There is a black flame That burns in the heart The bu*ter and bread Is coming apart When it is over A tired man rests On any damn breast And it is over And I am tired In the new world A butcher is king He owns everything This is the new world