You think you were earning
   Burning the church of your god
   You were yearning
   Learning the birth of your dirt
   Did you think you earned it
   Burning your god
   That you thought messed up your life?
  
   You spill red
   On my cloudy carpet
  
   You think you were earning
   Burning the church of your god
   You were yearning
   Learning the birth of your dirt
   Did you think you earned it
   Burning your god
   That you thought messed up your life?
  
   You spill red
   On my cloudy carpet
  
   Your skin turns dust
   On my cloudy carpet
  
   You think
   You were earning
   Burning
   Your skin turns dust
   No more you were yearning
   Burning
   Burning
   Your skin turns dust
  
   Your skin turns to dust
   When holding it close to the sun
   And it burns the skin from you’re your precious sun
   It burns the skin
   It burns the skin
   It burns the skin