The straps of my sack tear into my back
And the sweat pours salt into the wounds
Sun high mouth dry pray I better spy water soon
Its been 6 whole days since I put you ina grave and I ain't turning back
From tense to loose to slack
I've got 6 towns on my back
This whole world's turning back
The law the fate the cruel fate the law
Have to leave this place find some saving grace
Before I turn to crack
From tense to loose to slack
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