O'Brother
Division of Man
Your head, scented of bloodIt's blurring your eyesas some strange light slowly sinks in.And there he stood with teeth like knivesYour heartbeat racingIf I couldscream to wake my mindI'd still be alive.Let me out of this stolen sleep.I have fallen short of the peace I seek.I'm slipping further away...So sleep, sleep on the edge of the knifewhere you will wait to divide.You'll leave your body where it liesand wait to slip away.
From Letras Mania