Oh, he got poison in his lungs
And it will become undone
Some sort of freak that feels no pain
Walk through fire like it feels like rain
So come on and hold onto that firm belief
That your souls is a'fire
And forget your
Your petty crimes now
Hold firm as the raging sea beats at your door
Stay there 'til you can't
You can't take no more
The cold sea flowing through your veins
You killed the bitter land to roll her way
Oh, is this real or did you fabricate
Oh, you cut the vine like it's the under dead
So make sure you hold onto that firm belief
That your souls is a'fire
And forget your
Your petty crimes now (yeah)
Why don't you fold on as the sea beats down
And you're on the floor
And you have nowhere to run to
It's on, it's gon' crashing down
Someday there will be a revolution
Oh, yeah
