كلمات Crawling on Bruised Knees

Plucked from the ground Severed at the roots And carrying the wind To a wretched crepuscule Crawling on bruised knees Grasping in the dark Spill 'til I'm pitted And sweat 'til I'm ripe Spill 'til I'm pitted And sweat 'til I'm ripe Dig my heels into the earth Sear my feet on the burning ground Shun my bestial body And bound to a vision I have not yet created And bound to a vision that I have not yet created Plucked from the ground Severed at the roots Carrying my wind To a wretched crepuscule Crawling on bruised knees Grasping in the dark Spill 'til I'm pitted And sweat 'til I'm ripe Spill my blood 'til I'm pitted And sweat 'til I'm ripe Dig my heels in to sear my feet Sear my feet on the burning ground Shun my bestial body and bound I'm bound to a vision I have not yet created My teeth, my excess in the eyes of the end