Knots

The tier of Knots Old, he's a war The fire is not Keeping him warm Hope he makes it out the storm I'm glad that he was born The buyer of thoughts Devising his score 'Cause the ones that he's bought They pain him for more Hope he makes it home tonight I'm glad that he's alive Hope he makes it out the storm I'm glad that he was born In the aisle of loss By the opening sore And the pile of rot The pain you adore Hope he makes it out the storm I'm glad that he was born Hope he makes it home tonight I'm glad that he's alive