David Thomas Broughton feat. Juice Vocal Ensemble
woodwork
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Into the woodwork of my resolve, the grubs do burrow.
Taking what was once so strong, and weakening it so.
With every crack and every crunch,
This world is eating me for lunch,
And I long for a fire to burn.
All through my grain, up to my knots,
I am suffering with the rot,
Oh I long for a fire to burn.
- Album:
- Sliding the Same Way