Evil knows, it will spread like a chain reaction
To be shown, the blood stains on the grass will still grow
And I dream violence
Hear a hive of a million wings above me
I run hopelessly, run aground like I'm burrowing
Hug my knees, now I made my peace
Blood stains the final reaction
Wounded soul, wounded soldier
And I dream violence
Hear a hive of a million wings dogging me
I run hopelessly, run aground like I'm burrowing
Hug my knees, now I find my peace
So this is how it's shown
Wish I'd never saw it
That man, his body's out there
Buried in the snow
If I could just say goodbye to somеbody, to ease their suffеring
I'd say, "Hold tight, good buddy"
I'd say, "We're grateful souls"
And I dream violence
Hear a hive of a million wings hauntin' me
I run hopelessly, run aground like I'm burrowing
Hug my knees, now I made my peace
This is not a show
This is how it goes
That man, his body's out there
Buried in the snow
Made it to me, though
Little body carried right here
Back into my soul
This is how it goes
That man, his body's out here
His mother'll never know
His father'll never find it
He's buried in the snow
This is how it goes
This is not a show
That man, his body's out there
His brother'll never know
This is how it goes
Back into my soul
That man, his body's out there
His son will never know
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Though the lyrics and harmony are drenched in melancholia, the bass and drums give the song a dub-inspired groove.
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