Even the Spirits Are Afraid

You think you were earning
 Burning the church of your god
 You were yearning
 Learning the birth of your dirt
 Did you think you earned it
 Burning your god
 That you thought messed up your life?
 
 You spill red
 On my cloudy carpet
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 You think you were earning
 Burning the church of your god
 You were yearning
 Learning the birth of your dirt
 Did you think you earned it
 Burning your god
 That you thought messed up your life?
 
 You spill red
 On my cloudy carpet
 Your skin turns dust
 On my cloudy carpet
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 You think
 You were earning
 Burning
 Your skin turns dust
 No more you were yearning
 Burning
 
 Burning
 Your skin turns dust
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 Your skin turns to dust
 When holding it close to the sun
 And it burns the skin from you're your precious sun
 It burns the skin
 It burns the skin
 It burns the skin
 It burns the skin