Paroles: Imaad Wasif. The voidist - 05 - "Our skulls".

OUR SKULLS

Reverberation in our skulls
Always drowning senses lulled
In the desert nodding out of range

When thy put me in that ditch
And they scratch my sexless itch
Ruination is my fix
I'm deranged

Heaven's unknowing
Embryos in our skulls