Hush, baby hush,
don't you ask about the horizon.
Shut, young man, shut
your eyelids on the falling rain.
And I'll do protect you
from the answer, from the hidden sight.
And I'll do protect you
from this kind of ruin of the earth.
Crimes are fairy tales
and having your head lost in the sand
of stones, tasting edge of loneliness
and I'll do protect you from this kind
of ruin of the earth.
Take, hunter, save
your tainted pray from the bullets.
Hide, farmer, your seed
ain't no sunshine for your plant.
And I'll do protect you
from the answer, from the hidden sight.
Crimes are fairy tales
and having your head lost in the sand
of stones, tasting edge of loneliness
and I'll do protect you from this kind,
this kind of ruin of the earth,
the ruin of the earth!
Stoked with smoke
Flesh with spots
Hand with hole
And desolation
And having your head lost in the sand
of stones, tasting edge of loneliness
and I'll do protect you from this kind
this kind of ruin of the earth.
Stoked with smoke
Flesh with worms
Hand with hole
And desolation...

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