Skullgroover - Black Market Karma

In my skull I make our way

Mull the thoughts

It’s the way to play

What we have

It can’t be stained

Dry the bones and keep what remains

Give us all a brand new face

With wicked sight and heavy pace

Take your grief and make it a game

I believe that these are the days

In my skull I make our way

Mull the thoughts

It’s the way to play

What we have

It can’t be stained

Dry the bones and keep what remains