Lirieke: Kyuss. Wretch. Isolation.

Did your walls of sin
Crumble at your feet?
Does the blood on your face
And in your hands taste too sweet?

And in my mind
You were looking fine, well isolation
Well and inside, well you ain't fine to me
Well isolation, desolation

Don't wait for me, well at the edge of the world
Yeah don't come to me at all
The way you look, well and think of me
Well it's much, much, much, much too strong

And in my mind
You were looking fine, well isolation
Well inside, you ain't fine to me
Well isolation, desolation

Don't wait for me, well at the edge of the world
Yeah don't come to me at all, yeah
The way you look, well and think of me
Well it's much, much, much, much too strong

And in my mind
You were looking fine, well isolation
Well and inside, you ain't fine to me
Well isolation, desolation