From Dirt by El Caco Lyrics

Put your hands out
Let’s see what comes your way
Bet it’s not much, still enough to
Let your hands stay
Burns your fingers though you’ll swallow the pain
For the thrill of waiting for what comes your way
The golden pupils that fills your head
Will turn to ashes and dust instead
The sense of dying you’ve lived with and bred
Fulfills it’s mission and the reaper turns red
Still you thirst with this
It’s clean, but it comes from dirt
I can cure any disease
I cure pain and misbelief
The weight controls your very step
You can’t ease them by paying your debt
Truth still hurts again and again
Guess you’re clean, but you come from dirt
Still you thirst with this
It’s clean, but it comes from dirt
I can cure any disease
I cure pain and misbelief
Still you thirst
It’s clean, but it comes from dirt
I can cure any disease
I cure pain and misbelief
Still you thirst with this
It’s clean, but it comes from dirt
I can cure any disease
I cure pain and misbelief