Hardly enough pain to allocate
Entitled kind time to amputate
An injury waits
An injury waits
There's an elevation ignore it or not
The call rests in your hands
Tearing angels only observe from above
The blood stains on this tired land
We all know God is the inverse of dog
[?] upon the Earth's aching
Your children were robbed by the idiot [?]
Congregations enchanted by taking
There's an elevation ignore it or not
The call lies in your hands
Tearing angels only observe from above
The blood stains on this tired land
Tired Land was written by Jorge Elbrecht.