The Clay People
Текст песни Teeth To Grind

Eyes cry murder
Murdering me
Intense moving
What lies
The crime
Bad karma
Stab
Another body on a dead slab
Tears for to cry
Smell of the flame
Cigarette left by me
Tears for to cry
Left by the pound
Of the beating
Moon's might shines
Cloud silhouette
Across the trees
Making it so hard
Restrained by mental block

For a time
Anguish cry
Belting, biting
Teeth to grind
A taste just a touch away
Test to be
To kick, to breathe
Tightened, nailed down
No light to the face
So down, down
Into the hole to find
An escape to say
I must just get away