In the sky you're runnin'   white liquid at your feet   mismercied through the darkness   look so obsolete   now the walls are falling   now that you are free   will you pin your hopes on lies   don't pin them on me      we're goin' down slow   we're in a hole   to beg a please   now rest for me      beneath the sky you're runnin'   white mucous skin you throw   chase out a bloodstained weasel   just might be a stow   through the velvet forrest   white whitnesses at hand   oh brave soldier what's so sad   don't you understand      we're goin' down slow   we're in a hole   to beg a please   now rest for me      This world is just cold stone   this world is just cold stone   this world is just cold stone      we're in a hole   we're goin' down slow   to beg a please   now rest for me