After Years of Lifting with My Back Songtext
von journal

Each thing
These dogs let go
Claw marks
Are seen grasping
View me as God
Please don′t believe in me
No you don't believe
I cry no longer
Please believe
A child
Grieve yourself?
Clear yourself
Little dogs like you
Know what they do
They tell you to stay
Sit there
Sit there
Sit there
Til you fucking love


Til you
Don′t believe in me
The way you believe in God
Destined
To grieve
Throw her
In the way
Sit there
You don't believe in me
Please just take me home
Less than a child
More than a child
Oh you're just someones child
Sit there
Sit there
Stay
On the ground
What have you
Changed?