Bells rung
Sent the mail up high to the sky home that I fell from
Bail us out the bond, mask over my eyes just like a welder
Tailspun outta binds, baptized in the fires of flaw and failures
I tried to tell ya
You never gon' get a rise out of a real one
Tough like rye or spelt, Orion-sized heavyweight titles on the belt, son
Flying in on the wide eye of the maelstrom, wild side that I hail from
I see you ain't moved in a while
Ain't gon' lie, you probably should get your sails up
Time will tell who the hell won
Promise I don't know who assailed ya
Bear cubs, head hunt, voilà, they probably do it for breadcrumbs
Providing shelter (Shelter)
Dug well enough to find us some kind of wealth (Yeah)
Mining through myself, gumboots
The bottom started to melt some, I felt stuck
Steel-cut knives showing the shield love
Spill blood
From this action
We see the priest's responsibility towards the congregation as towards the gods
Sta-
