Mayan Factor To Kill A Priest
I walk the fine line
I walk the fine line
To your soul
I walk the fine line
I walk you back to my home
When, this situation
This situation
Is me
I hold the candle
And I light the flame while you
Speak to me
There's light from a box
On the bottom of the sea
Where plants grow forgiveness
But the air I could not breathe
I'll hold this knife forever
Unforeseen to me
I'm bleeding
There's blood on your cheek
I'll hold on, to you
There's blood on you
Your face, I embraced
Stop digging in my grave
