Body after body They never stop turning My home is built upon the bones Of the souls who've crossed over I put them on display for the world to weep Cover their bruises Scars and ruses Paint their faces To show the pain has stopped Feed them to the Earth In its belly they will rot How much land does one man need? Dressed to impress for unknown places No more fighting the hurt you're facing My home is built upon the bones Of the souls who've crossed over Body after body They never stop turning Body after body Find my home See a little bit of myself In each pa**ing one Poets, sinners, saints, abusers Lovers, losers, kings, martyrs How much land does one man need? Six feet from his head to his heels Six feet Dressed to impress for unknown places No more fighting the hurt you're facing I put them on display for the world to weep Cover their bruises Scars and ruses Paint their faces To show the pain has stopped Feed them to the Earth In its belly they will rot How much land does one man need? Six feet from his head to his heels