Busted Heel - Casey Mecija

Pack up your throne and drag it home

I know you’ve tried to make things right

Inside our room, mmmm

You know I’ve tried, it’s all for you

Your shape is vivid even more

A busted heel, just flesh and bone

A measure of the cruel terrain

A talisman, gold amulet protects us from the

Same mistake

All we’re looking for is a ceremony

To bring us out of our bodies