This land refused to rest in peace
I'm barefoot in this incandescent street
All seems to march through this ignorant swamp
With their fail faces upheaved
Yeah, follow the road
The one where someone else told you to go
Not even where you wish to go
In your own swamp
Under these stars the blood flows through the wind
Under these stars silver fog grows high
I'm barefoot in this incandescent street
All seems to march through this ignorant swamp
With their fail faces upheaved
Yeah, follow the road
The one where someone else told you to go
Not even where you wish to go
In your own swamp
Under these stars the blood flows through the wind
Under these stars silver fog grows high