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von O’Death

I light a fire beside the skin
And dig a hole for bones to lay
Find a sacred resting place
Where the pecking hens won′t 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 him
It′s my kind to fill the air
With broken empty hymns


There's a blade of grass
There are the things I am
The trimmings on my chest
The bones of flesh I integrate

Home, home
The air I breathe
Home, home
The air I breathe

I light a fire beside the skin
And dig a hole for bones to lay
Find a sacred resting place
Where the pecking hens won't 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