I Got It - Nihils

My senses so alive in these gardens

I found a paradise

But they’re coming

Bodies they overheating deserts icy cold

Bandits with golden teeth

It’s getting kinda old

I got it

I got it

I got it

I got it

I take it

Some treasures lie within

Hiding

Vultures up in the sky

They’ll die trying

Milk runs down withered skin

The meat falls off the bone

Under these shady trees

This heaven we call home

I got it

I got it

I got it

I got it

I take it