Psychedelic

Aya

Aya

Aya

Sand sliding down the hill

Why keep climbing higher?

The fire's in the headstone

The fire in the headstone

So I

So I

So I

So I

water turns to salt

And on my skin hunger starts

Angels and canyons

Flow up to an end

Sands are sliding down my head

Why he died out of hell

The fire in the headstone

The fire in the

Higher

Higher

Higher

Higher

Soul of vulture

Shadows lengthen cross the white of path

I run

I hide, I find the temple

Underneath the dry branch

Underneath the sharp tooth

Underneath the alarm

Calling the storm

Calling the rain

Calling the flood

keep climbing higher

The fire in the headstone

The fire in the headstone

I am higher

I am