DESERT OF RESPITE

Dust of you, It must be cleaned All is crumbling, my gun in hand This is not a skull, it’s a fucking train I don’t know if I have to to jump Calm down, calm down.. I will kill for an hour of respite All the witches and souls who grew up in my mind x2 I was a kid, intricate Eyes rolled back, telling incantations Now they’re jumping at my throat What do they think !? I always come back to haunt their flesh, their bones I will kill for an hour of respite. All the witches and souls who grew up in my mind x2 Dust of you flights little by little And I think I found the way of their bowels In my world we plant briars Witches and spirits scorching the land You shouldn’t have let me respite All the witches and souls who grew up in my mind x2