The child will die you will wait to see
Be seated the gold is ripe for your retrieve
The stars, the sky, it's way too much for me
I sit and wait for what was once believed
I sit
I watch
I wait
I sit
I watch
I wait
I sit
I watch
I wait
I sit
I watch
I wait
A crown of thorns was put upon his head
His blood red-black as it dripped down his neck
The nails of sand were nailed into his hands
His pain was beautiful to every child and man
I sit
I watch
I wait
I sit
I watch
I wait
I sit
I watch
I wait
I sit
I watch
I wait
The blood inside of me
Be seated the gold is ripe for your retrieve
The stars, the sky, it's way too much for me
I sit and wait for what was once believed
I sit
I watch
I wait
I sit
I watch
I wait
I sit
I watch
I wait
I sit
I watch
I wait
A crown of thorns was put upon his head
His blood red-black as it dripped down his neck
The nails of sand were nailed into his hands
His pain was beautiful to every child and man
I sit
I watch
I wait
I sit
I watch
I wait
I sit
I watch
I wait
I sit
I watch
I wait
The blood inside of me
Other albums by the artist
Lost Sounds
2011 · single
Blac Static
2011 · album
Future Touch
2004 · album
Rats Brains & Microchips
2002 · album
Black-Wave
2001 · album
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