bishop briggs
my soul can't be sold
shake me cold
that's hallowed ground
my spirit never told
break my bone
yeah yeah
do your dirt
make your mark
my heart is a church of scars
break my skin
crack my skull
my holy land still grows
nothing's sacred
if it's wasted
we'll be safer
buried it alive
but i still taste it
hate but this won't turn me blind
won't turn me blind