Body after body
They never stop turning

My home is built upon the bones
Of the souls who've crossed over

I put them on display for the world to weep
Cover their bruises
Scars and ruses
Paint their faces
To show the pain has stopped
Feed them to the Earth
In its belly they will rot
How much land does one man need?

Dressed to impress for unknown places
No more fighting the hurt you're facing

My home is built upon the bones
Of the souls who've crossed over

Body after body
They never stop turning

Body after body
Find my home
See a little bit of myself
In each passing one
Poets, sinners, saints, abusers
Lovers, losers, kings, martyrs

How much land does one man need?
Six feet from his head to his heels
Six feet

Dressed to impress for unknown places
No more fighting the hurt you're facing

I put them on display for the world to weep
Cover their bruises
Scars and ruses
Paint their faces
To show the pain has stopped
Feed them to the Earth
In its belly they will rot

How much land does one man need?
Six feet from his head to his heels