Victim Kin Seek Suit

Lying on our backs on the pavement,

let there be light. Uou opened our eyes.

The apple tree is an open casket.

Lying on our backs on the pavement,

let there be light, let it be bright.

Lying on our backs on the pavement,

let there be light.

You opened our eyes.

The body is a form of failure.

Lying on our backs on the pavement,

let there be light, let it be bright.

Lying on our backs on the pavement,

let there be light. You opened our eyes.

We're covered like a flower cart and lying on our backs.

Where are you and where have you run to?

Where are you and why don't you just come home?