We call it heaven,
But it only answers to hell.
It comes in waves,
Breaking and rolling back.
It wears us down,
Piece by piece.
God's lonely children act like starving pigs.
We turn our backs on our burning homes.
There's nothing for us here.
Move on.
But it only answers to hell.
It comes in waves,
Breaking and rolling back.
It wears us down,
Piece by piece.
God's lonely children act like starving pigs.
We turn our backs on our burning homes.
There's nothing for us here.
Move on.