Foot Ox
Go it Alone
Go it alone
The taming power of the small alone

But as you sing, goddamn
But you're not able to breath
But now you know
That bodies burn
The truth is down, your candles lit

At least you know
It ain't your turn
Even if you beg for it
Even if you beg for death
Even reaching out your hands hurts
And it's gone

You cut your hand, you cut your hair, you bleed into the river bank sand
And cut your hand, cut your hair, bleed into the river bank sand
And cut your hand, you cut your hair, you bleed into the river bank sand
And cut your hand, you cut your hair, you bleed into the river bank sand
And cut your hand, you cut your hair, you bleed into the river bank sand
And go it alone
The taming power of the small alone

But as you sing, goddamn
But you're not able to breath
But not you know
That bodies burn
The truth it down, your candles lit
At least you know
It ain't your turn
Even if you beg for it
Even if you beg for death
Even reaching out your hands hurts
And it's gone