This land was made to knock me dead
The structure of a contract on my head
They've got what it takes
To take what I've got
They've got what it takes
To erase all I've been taught
And I give in
I'll be seeing these faces day in and day out
A constant flow of miss outs for the rest of my life
Relaxed and receptive
You wake the dead
Your strong will is a contract on my head