I slept through the time of waking
Blind like a new soul born
Torn from the God that made me
Thrown to the [bad word] below.
Raised in a land of cages
Locked upon the dust
Up from the foot of a baby
Down to the heel of a dog
Just racing round
With my brain done blown
Just wasting time
Trying to fill a hole [bad word] all the signs a’breaking.
Laid from the hand of God
You know strange is the way he made us.
Lost in the Burning Sun.
I can’t tell what is damned or sacred.
Can’t tell you where to find no love
Strange is the way god made us
Lost in the [bad word] above
You want it.
You need it.
You feel it in your bones.
Touch it.
Go on take it.
Looking for to fill a hole.