and let me look inside your head.
You got the will to bury me,
while all the others try to breathe.
that a silhouette has grown
Over the earth in shades, set him free
Oh, I'm starting to swell
But the bitter taste inside of you
Out in the land of the black and pale
They lift a man on top of the hill
He's always dressed in white
Weeping so as from a porous hide
To the pattern of a quilted hill
Shaking glitzers of a song that plays
Oh, I'm starting to swell
Put the bitter taste inside of hell
In the valley where the sky is gray
There lays a man in a shallow grave
Throughout the years that
Molding colors to a blinding haze
Arresting features from a
Oh, I'm starting to swell
With a bitter taste inside a hill
Oh, I'm starting to swell
But the bitter taste inside of him