Woo me back to sleep
Salt my open cuts
Push me in too deep
I'll trust my gut
Go ahead, tempt me under the trees
Got my feet on the ground
The hand that feeds the hound of the disease has been
Forever bound
Pray upon the fear
Within my heavy head
Hiss into my ear
All that I dread
Go Ahead, tempt me under the trees got my feet on the ground
The hand that feeds the hound of the disease Has been
Forever bound
