Holy Land (Piano Intro) टैब्स

We stole the beats from the bees,
The morning's taste of disease.
Our eyes are feeding on her.

Your body reeks of my needs,
A harder corner to please.
By now you're fives and tens more.

I block shots while your marks get darker.

You're allowed tear yourself down.
I'm right here, tear myself down.

Another vessel that bleeds,
Another giant to be whatever -ever since you,
You stole the beats from the bees,
The morning's taste of disease.
Your body reeks of my needs,
A harder corner to-

I block shots while your marks get darker.

You're allowed tear yourself down.
I'm right here, tear my heart out.