Gift - Old Man Gloom

You are taken by a whirlwind

And blown into space

Hanging from the planets

For now and forever

Falling back to the ground

Stop every star on the way down

Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn

Thrown into the mouth

Fall the mountain

Buried up above

Up your face

Falling into the ground

Stop every star on the way down

Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn

This is our gift