Those gods across the hill
Found the nose at Ownit Field
Empty gardens bring me down
I snuff the grounds around and listened for the sound
I followed guards around the hill
I found the nose at Ownit Field
Empty gardens bring me down
I snuff the grounds around and listened for the sound
They remembered by the hill
Bathing houses keeping them still
Empty sockets bring you down
They rule my heart again, eating for the sound