Put me in the earth
If I'm too much to handle now, I understand
Do what you need to do so you're not buried in my words
My current way of seeing things contrasts with how you were taught to blindly see
But tell me, could you imagine if our world could last an entire year without killing each other?
We would save our energy for more important things than reading just the cover
Would it matter to be the winner?
Cover me with dirt so you don't have to see the things I've done
So I could stop hating myself, you must know
That I'm not coming back, we will die on the same hill on differеnt crosses back to back against our will
I will not be with you in your paradise
I will not bе with you in your paradise
Could you imagine if this silence was replaced with the sound of balanced conversation
We could undermine the grave and last a little longer before we reach that final stasis
Would it matter to be the savior?
Would it matter?
I will not be with you in your paradise
I will not be with you in your paradise
{Intermingled}
Take me to the promised land, take me to the promised land
What is your paradise
Put me in the earth