Lyrics I Got It - NIHILS

My senses so alive in
These gardens
I found a paradise
But they′re coming

Bodies they overheat in
Deserts icy cold
Bandits with golden teeth It's
Getting kinda old

I got it
I got it
I got it
I got it
I take it

Some treasures lie within
Hiding
Vultures up in the sky
They′ll die trying

Milk runs down withered skin
The meat falls off the bone
Under these shady trees
This heaven we call home

I got it
I got it
I got it
I got it
I take it