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Here on the ground,
I cannot hear a sound.
Just a strong and steady rain
Getting louder as you sing.

It may be true that I lied.
I broke a promise that i tried,
But my heart no longer beats.
My blood makes black dirt under your feet.

Black dirt will stain your feet and when you walk you'll leave black dirt in the street.

I could feel my face grow pale.
Sick with fear my senses fail.
And as the light fades from my eyes,
I smile but don't know why.
Legs are growing to the heat of the sun
And my heart no longer beats.

Black dirt will stain your feet and when you walk you'll leave black dirt in the street.
Black dirt will stain your feet and when you walk you'll leave black dirt in the street.

Here on the ground I lie.
I cannot hear a sound as I die.
It may be true that I lied,
Broke a promise that I tried.
But my heart no longer beats.
And when you kill you'll only leave
Black dirt under your feet.

Black dirt will stain your feet and when you walk you'll leave black dirt in the street.
Black dirt will stain your feet and when you walk you'll leave black dirt in the street.
Black dirt will stain your feet and when you walk you'll leave black dirt in the street.
Black dirt will stain your feet and when you walk you'll leave black dirt in the street.