Ground

Clad in skin just "tough as nails"
As fists as hard as rock
They'll beat you down to the ground
And make you feel profane

So smoke the skin so grey
And wipe those tears away
Of slashed lives and battered lies
And so many fears and years

"Come wih us and feel so high"
In emptyness and war
They'll turn you upside inside down
And smoke you to the ground