Letra de This Syrup To Exchange
It's a early rise His teeth are furred And cleanse with hands to hunt and hold The sun divides Imagined leaves A shelter while I sleepThere are many years To cloud my mind But no burden It's heavy like a tipping loadEarly day On a bloodied patch Only noise and brick surround Tradition sinks In the soil here As a rock is swallowed in the mudThe polluted skin Of my brittle earthIt keeps the bleeding at bayThis syrup sweet and thick to exchange me My spirit has rearranged Crippled, dampened, lameAs it goes The syrup fills my eyes The days faces fade to black And I don't feel And I can't fight For my home anymore AnymoreAnd I return to an open land Where bloods blanket shielded meThis syrup sweet and thick to exchange me My spirit has rearranged Crippled, dampened, lame