"Dust Be The Destiny" lyrics

"Dust Be The Destiny"

Run to the river, run to the sea
Cast my body down, baptize me
He came for my sorrow
He came for my pain
Through the sun
He came for the rain

Over the ocean and back to the sea
A new day is dawning and hope carries me
There's a hole in my head that lets the rain in
There ain't no laws for the brave ones, oh, no

There ain't no silence now for the crazy
There ain't no help for the lazy, oh, no
I ain't never stole to get high
I ain't never done wrong to get by

Dirt is what made me
So dust be the destiny
Dirt is what made me
So dust be the destiny

As we walk now with cross to bear
It's a rough game, ya gotta play fair
Revolt against the reason
The man is coming any season now!

I ain't never stole to get high
I ain't never done wrong to get by
I think, therefore I'm dangerous
I ain't never stole to get high

Dirt is what made me
So dust be the destiny
Dirt is what made me
So dust be the destiny

A-goddamn!
A-goddamn

Dirt is what made me
So dust be the destiny
Dirt is what made me
So dust be the destiny

Be the destiny


Writer(s): Michael Spreitzer, Jeffrey Kendrick, John Boecklin, Bradley Fafara, Jonathan Miller
You May Also Like
Burn The Priest - "Resurrection #9" Lay waste, torn asunder Weak and lost in the past Obfuscates the self mind Ripped it away Cobwebs and motes In the eye of the sun god I think not Serpent get thee behind me Eradicated your...
Mushroomhead - "12 Hundred" Is there really anyone there? Fall on deaf ears all of my prayers The mother of nothing The mother of sin The father of decadence within us A brother of suffering inside Is there really anyone...
Sanctity - "Beloved Killer" Pain and satisfaction, you're dying day by day Savoring every moment of torture and ecstasy Most beloved killer Such a beautiful vice Love and hate in one, the fix is so divine Feasting on...
Sylosis - "Calcified" Turning inwards I see the walls closing on me Trying to keep this part of me alive And find my way back Through the labyrinth When the darkness was just a place to hide So sick and tired Of seeing...
At The Gates - "The Circular Ruins" The halls of the grotesque Reverberate our final doom Oh, the ravenous indulgence The rite of passage eternal A black lung full of ash A parasitic void Oh, the tenebrous upheaval Our defeat...