Letras
Coming Down through the Cloudburst
Raising the Snow
It's the enemy
The other me
Coming Down the Mountainside
Leaving traces of Blood
Machine of Cattle fed
And Grudges held
Towards everything we knew
Let me feel the shivers
Take me in
Cover me with filth and
(How do you feel? Lost and disposed)
Let me feel the pain I've fed (As your rage converts to grief)
Hold me still
Punch me till I wake up (Did you you find some relief?)