Текст песни Buried - Holy Mountain

The smallest thing I kept so safe you were skin and bones calling out my name
You should know by now

I wait and I get bored of that
You make me feel good for nothin'
I beg I'm not proud of that

My grave, I keep clawing at your bed
I can't get enough
Did you miss out?

Faces in the rain
You say "I can't take it back"
And you make a mess each day

I wait and I get bored of that
You make me feel good for nothin'
I beg I'm not proud of that

You say "I can't take it back"
You can make a mess with each thing you say