Ichola Buddha
Richard Crighton / Wells
You've changed, there's nothing you could say to make a
difference
You're going to try, you love to try
I know you want to try to make sure, try shape a mould
Try dig a grave and push me in it
The words won't wash the rain will pass
And there'll be no truth in it
You've changed
Did you change your world?
A change for the worst
7 by 7 or 4 by 4 I don't care
It doesn't matter anymore push all you like I'm stubborn
Grab all you want it means nothing to me
Cast a die, lie down, scrape the earth over your own coffin
Save the headstone for a rainy day..