Out from a tunnel of flesh With a mind of its own Willingly you must forfeit from the battle of wits There will be no more sorrow in this land of living Lay down now Your whispers and prayers Growing, starving, depth Lay down now Your whispers and prayers Wounds open once more Your whispers and prayers Growing, starving, depth Out from a tunnel of flesh With a mind of its own Willingly you must forfeit from the battle of wits There will be no more sorrow in this land of living Lay down now Your whispers and prayers Wounds open once more Your whispers and prayers