Текст песни Dirt - Deem Spencer

I was never lonely when I walked alone
I prefer the fall of my own bones
And mine alone
I died alone in my past
I learned from that
The Earth is flat, the dirt is black
The dirt is that from which the seed from birth is backed
Against the fence and left to grow then turn us back to seed
Old king gotta turn his back to see
Young me, with a burden, backed away
Flower petal wrapped in a certain pattern with a mask on
Moving through a world of masquerade
"Fresh fruit." All a serpent had to say
Whole species is hurting. Sad to say
Treehouse is all the home the castle ain′t
Deep down, before looks perfect as of late
(Interruption)