Hallowed in a corner
Sun beat down again
Bitten to my pulp’s end
Raw inside my soul
Bleeding through a soiled rag
Digging deeper sinks the needle
But my pump fills
A sunken cistern
Cutting through the nights full moon
Hallowed in a corner
Sun beat down again
Bitten to my pulp’s end
Raw inside my soul
Bleeding through a soiled rag
Digging deeper sinks the needle
But my pump fills
A sunken cistern
Cutting through the nights full moon