Besedila: John Vanderslice. Underneath The Leaves.

All hail the swelling sun, as acid seeps and autumn bleeds
And the glowing has just begun
Every winter time is kindly now, the ground is sprouting out
I got my shirt off and my face up against the ground

And I found the key underneath the leaves
And I was set free
I found the truth underneath the leaves
And I was complete

All hail the setting sun, Nikki I'm coming down
I'm coming down in everyone
I shut my eyes and I see patterns of things
In grids of baby toys and flying drones, unspeakable fiends

I found the key underneath the leaves
And I was set free
I found the truth underneath the leaves
And I was complete