Woorden: Hey Rosetta. Bricks.

just feel them multiply
like hungry flies in the sweet summer night
in the woods they were waiting, in a word they arrived
one doubt from your red mouth, and armies align
and once you say it you can't take it back

it was a beautiful home we had, built with our own two hands,
and the amber years we got left, gone in a single breath
they put their eyes to their rifles
there was a quick fist of light
and we were bricks in a pile
cause once you say it you can't take it back
oh once you say it you can't take it back

feel them multiply
like a hundred eyes aiming at the words in your breath
and then the flies break the flesh and go into your chest