Mountain Man
Antarctica is Everywhere
"The world is loaded, hope against hope.Ghost-sick for a god at the end of a rope."Hide your habits littered with rot.They're wasting away and then falling apart.There's jesus-freaks that line up the town.Ghost-sick for a god but it won't make a sound.The emptiness that fills up the floor, soaking up the streets of unholy blood."The dead are bored of lying in the dirt.Lying on their tax-returns and turning into earth.""Empty grows in every bed.""Who's fucked and who's fucking? It's the old in and out again."
From Letras Mania