Catacombs -

smoke in the lungs keeps me coughing up teardrops

singing blackouted hands about a white washed god

most mornings my lungs are wrapped

im a display of afflication im a child

im for the world it was me

to be seen

i didnt know now i know this what i meant to see

bring out our seek ness

come out and fall

ooo mee

you see your mouth from the catacombs

you lost contol

let me lead you oo

you crackin cryin oo

dont you ever start

dont you ever stop you running outfrom the