77 Steps Lyrics

drive through

i want you to know

just how it feels

to die on your own

drive through

i want you to hand

me up to the thieves

who know you by name

servant prostrate on the ground

servant tell them what you just found

not just a name, not just a cause, not just a feeling

am i on the sun, cause i just called it home

i must have traded you for everything

go find your maker

you make sense now