Jericho

Tread, ancient water salt
Like I
Sink, down like precious stones
Until I wake I, dine on old encounters
Until
You taste like new flesh
You taste like new flesh
You taste like new flesh
Say my name again
Fold, secrets in the sweat
Like I
Swallow, years beneath this bed
Until I wake I, dine on old encounters
Until
There’s something in the way you lay
Enough to make the dead switch graves
You take your leave
You taste like new flesh
You taste like new flesh
You taste like new flesh
Say my name again
Say my name again
My hands are not worthy
My hands are not worthy (Until I wake I, dine on old encounters)
My hands are not worthy (Until I wake I, dine on old encounters)
My hands are not worthy (Until I wake I, dine on old encounters)
My hands are not worthy (Until I wake I, dine on old encounters)
Until I wake I, dine on old encounters
Until I wake I, dine on old encounters
Until I wake I, dine on old encounters
Until I wake I, until I wake I