My wooden bones are laden with dust and buried under the sand
And listening in on the aged angels treacherous plan
I have been cursed to never step foot on land
I'm kindly cornered here by wishes of a holy man

He echoes that I've been trying too long
And he echoes that I've been trying too long

Well I am proud, I stand up straight and I stick to the plan
I never bought anything I could've made with my hand
I lock my tongue up when they start up the chant
Perpetuated by the children of the Yellow Man

Well he hates me because I burned his garden
Yeah, he hates me because I burned his garden

So I pulverize, and swallow the signs
And try to follow the lines
The joyful dagger-bearing vultures
Are riding on my eyes
They're telling me to pick a side
Either the sickening volcano
Or the seething tide

And either way I am the only one here
And either way I am the only one, I am the only one here


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