Codeseven Sod Within the Hill Lyrics:
Were it not for your nervous nature you would'be
become icon you would've become an image healing
wounds with words you tell me these are the hymns
that free me when I am enslaved you tell me you've
written your stories about anyone but me tell me
the fable again about when the bell rings and the
angel gets his wings or the sod in the mound it's
amazing again how you could lie and I would swear
it the truth and it's your turn so spit the words
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out of your mouth into my hands tell me the fable
again about when the bell rings and the angel gets
his wings or the sod in the mound stories of the
quiet moments before each storm long tall tale
your getting used to disguising the truth now
there's a cold that comes from the distance that's
like the waiting for the grass to grow or my rival
in this bloody battle a war of holding out and
dying all my friends say this riddle may be the
answer your stories the riddles set sail fables
your long tall tale I wish I could follow long
with you spit the words out of your mouth tell a
lie make it come true.
Lyrics: Sod Within the Hill, Codeseven [end]