Root

To be forced under
I look unto your home
Because
We gave our eyes
But no one will, yes, I know
Because

To heed the cause
I will be barred but you won't
He gets, he gets real high
He's up inside
We start to cry
Just because I'm really poor
Living in me is so poor
Deliver me there

To be judged by one or licked by three
And your holes
Enclose
We gave our eyes
But no one will, yes, I know
Because

To heed the cause
I will be barred but you won't
He gets, he gets real high
He's up inside
We start to cry
Just because I'm really poor
Living in me is so poor
Deliver me up

Cannot fuck to be me and you won't find me
And you won't find me and you will don't know me
Psycho, I don't believe you will find me
And you won't find me and you will
So some from a psycho, I don't believe you will find me
And you won't find me and you will don't quit
Psycho, I don't believe you will find me
I'm in trouble because

I and me, we go
With Jesus in a bowl of dirt

Yeah
Yeah, so poor
I will fly