North Carolina (Cos It Feels Like Home) Testo

This is the final curtain call; harvest these fields.
The composer is playing the finale.
Arms wide open,
Take me home,
Collect what's yours.
This is what I've been waiting for.
I don't desire.
I don't want.
Recite, recite, recite...sing it again.
I don't want the blood of Adam,
But that is my curse.
The second hand is a hammer,
The hour won't pass you by.
Resurrect.
This is reckoning.
The slaying of injustice.
Jesus, whenever you are ready.
Come and take me home.
Welcome the apocalypse!