Deadsea - Man Without Country

The crick in your neck reminds me it’s not over

There’s no escaping who you are

You blossom stood upon my shoulders

We combust at different degrees

There’s no currency that can bail you out of this jail

The climate won’t raze the facade

So don’t cure the continents you invade

We’ll trade gallows humour as we drown in the dead sea

You searchlight marks outlines

Your soft walls set strict laws