From Dirt - El Caco

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