High on Fire - The Cave Lyrics
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The Cave
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What Are The Lyrics For The Cave By High on Fire?
Calm your heart and make it still
Take your time and get your fill Dust and boots lay on the floor Fix my head behind your door We give our souls and find tomorrow We laugh in death and kill the pain Our sins and thoughts are left inside Darkness the cave in which I hide Work your art and do it well Took the road to living hell Past is then and now is now Escaped the reaper with our vow We give our souls and find tomorrow We laugh in death and kill the pain Our sins and thoughts are left inside Darkness the cave in which I hide Blood of hearts, abandoned psalm We war in minds to make it calm Sort my head to make a mess Game of chess, no pieces left We give our souls and find tomorrow We laugh in death and kill the pain Our sins and thoughts are left inside Darkness the cave in which I hide Brother, brother hear me, death has come to pray Woman, woman hear me, the tomb is where I lay Father, father hear me, the tomb is where I lay Woman, woman hear me, watch the words you say Calm your heart and make it still Take your time and get your fill We give our souls and find tomorrow We laugh in death and kill the pain Our sins and thoughts are left inside Darkness the cave in which I hide Woman, woman hear me, death has come to pray Father father hear me, the tomb is where I lay |
Who Wrote The Cave By High on Fire?
Desmond Wayne Kensel, Jeff Paul Matz, Matthew Lance Pike
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