Sand and Dust Lyrics

Shrine to all of our shams
Broken down
Broken to make
Make the dust into grammes
Broken down
Broken to build
Build the pens for the lambs
Broken down
Broken to dust
Dust in mouth, on my hands

Stitch my eyes
I don’t care

We don’t want it - you can fucking keep it
One hand round my neck and the other in my pocket
We don’t want it – you can fucking keep it
Never have I had a voice but never will I submit
We don’t want it - you can fucking keep it
One hand round my neck and the other in my pocket

Stitch my eyes
I still see

Nails hammered in to the sand
Falling down
Failing to land
Land this vessel, disband
Falling down
Failing to stand
Stand by the minute hand
Falling down
Failing first-hand
Pour my drink on the sand

Stitch my eyes
Blind to thee

I don't know how things have come to this
Living in your kingdom drenched in pish
I don't think that I deserve all this
Drowning in this waste and caring less