Erde
Chelsea Wolfe
A hundred million hours spent on the wire
Erde
Like the crooked river would catch fire
All-dirt
Waves of devastation
Erde
Got a baby on death row
All-dirt
I dreamt of buildings long left-behind
Young children running blind
Erde
Broken frame of mind
Intertwined
To the field of Eden
To the swelling tide
We cried together
Erde
Woman is the origin (Woman is the origin)
All-dirt (All-dirt)
Erde, rip my heart out
Erde, rip my heart out
Erde, rip my heart out
