i’m sitting on a fire chair,
find me and put down
skulls is everywhere
hunter is running around
give me a heartbeat
give me bones and knife,
voice and a headache-
exchange for second life
i was born underground
we’re lying on a fire bed
‘’white horse’’ is our blood
the land tuns into a red
victims of god
i’m knocking on any door
walking on the knife
leaving a good-looking corpse
exchange for second life
i was born underground
we’re hiding in a fire box.
all or nothing at all.
noise of falling rocks
is always breaks the wall
you are my piece of meat-
strong enough and wild
so give me a heartbeat,
let it burn inside
hello? hello-death is what i’m searching for
i was born underground
i am burning