Modern Rituals - Gregor Knopp

Came out crying like he knew the whole story first.
Made it out to the end because his tears smeared onto the floor.

Now he's existing in his own words because
he couldn't find a reaction to the weight of its force.

Couldn't make it occur anymore before.

Hey keeper, hey leader, hey sister.
I got stones in my shoes.

The heat climbs under the sun,
It peels the rind from under your arm.
It looks sore.

We feed from under the night,
It takes us back to the stork.
You rest your head.

Written by:
Robert Hollamby, Thomas Hill, Harry Fanshawe, Jake Dore

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Lyrics © Sentric Music

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