Scarecrow Trailor Park Lyrics - Circle Of Dead Children

Up to her elbows in soil and schizophrenia 

The dirt has begun to breathe 

Cries of a phantom infant tease and torment a dying mind 

Held down in profanation 

Subjugation of the senses 

Pushing pins in her eyes 

Pushing pins in her eyes 

She never sleeps 

Hallucination never dies