graveyard's full

Lyrics

the graveyard's full, we're running out of earth, but we can use the bones, to build another church, thick walls made of men, whose souls have come and went, so what's that magic number, of how many men can live, before our precious mother, can no longer give?, i don't want your answers, i'm content, with how much we can take, before they call it rape, everything that we create, seems to get thrown in our face, to make it easier for the race, and harder to escape, the graveyard's full, we're running out of earth, but we can use the bones, to build another church, thick walls made of men, whose souls have come and went, all we know's that souls, all come and go, so what's that magic number, of how many men can live, before our precious mama, can no longer give?, i don't need your answers, i'm content, with how much we can take, before they call it rape, everything that we create, seems to get thrown in our face, to make it easier for the race, and harder to escape, the graveyard's full, we're running out of dirt, but we can use the bones, to build another church, thick walls made of men, whose souls have come and went, all we know's that souls, all come and go