Strange kind of feeling
A strange kind of feeling
I don't want to know
It's not leaving
And I don't want to go
It's a strange sort of call
A fall, means to an end
Hostile and unfriendly
But interesting nonetheless
An amorphous soul
Soil full of gold
Holding boldly the new god
Digging soil with filthy bowls
I don't want to know
It's not leaving
And I don't want to go
It's a strange sort of call
A fall, means to an end
Hostile and unfriendly
But interesting nonetheless
An amorphous soul
Soil full of gold
Holding boldly the new god
Digging soil with filthy bowls