This striped bass spoils from its head downward
Down where the brook runs deep with water that's smooth like a silver tongue
Unlike a garden in bloom
We will never return back to the source that follows us
Until it sees something it needs and takes it back
Thousands of breaths, they make unclean getaways
What was my fault's now yours, and they'll turn to desperate acts to stay
Now, pay attention
They'll turn their backs if it benefits them
As sons of the soil, there was no stopping what followed the plow
Now, have you come here to die or have you come here to settle?
I need compliance, a taste for violence when we divide
This striped bass spoils from its head downward
Down where the brook runs deep with water that's smooth like a silver tongue
Unlike a garden in bloom
We will never return back to the source that follows us
Until it sees something it needs and takes it back
They'll turn their backs when it benefits
As sons of the soil, there was no stopping what followed the plow
Now, have you come here to die or have you come here to pray to a God
Who twisted your wrists in hopes the channel would break?
You think you're God?
No, you're not God
You're just forsaken
Unlike a garden in bloom
We will never return back to the source that follows us
Until it sees something it needs and takes it back
This striped bass spoils from its head downward
Down where the brook runs deep with water that's smooth like a silver tongue
This striped bass spoils from its head downward
Down where the brook runs deep with water that's smooth like a silver tongue
