Crumblin' world falls through my hands
In my mouth, taste bitter sand
Grass is burnin', pulse is slow
Drip by drip, my backward growth
Crawl

Fade, fade, I hate
I'll die within my fade

Wine, song, women, birth
This deflowered Mother Earth
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Planting, plowing, how she grieves
Seeds that grow, seeds that grow these dying trees
Crawl

Fade, fade, I hate
I'll die within my fade
True
Crawl

Fade, fade, I hate
I'll die within my fade

Songwriter(s): Philip Anselmo
Copyright: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., Phillip Anselmo Pub. Designee
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