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von O’Death

I′d light a fire beside the skin and dig a hole for bones to lay
Find a sacred resting place where the pecking hens wont harm the eyes.
Home, home the air I breathe
Home, home the air I breathe


It's not enough for me to wait for the open skies to fill with hymn
Its my kind to fill the air with broken empty hymn
There′s a blade of grass
There are the things I ain't
Reminisce on my chest
Bones of flesh I integrate

Home, home the air I breathe
Home, home the air I breathe

I'd light a fire beside the skin and dig a hole for bones to lay
Find a sacred resting place where the pecking hens wont harm the eyes.

Home, home the air I breathe
Home, home the air I breathe
Home, home the air I breathe
Home, home the air I breathe