Aljazeera Songtext

You know I can't describe this place in New York from walks, I can't return there, they told me every way was blocked, but I was born here too, in the small house that now is dust under your furniture.
All in time, just be patient, there's no words for all this handed up to us, forehead first, wrapped in shirts, black with earth.
So I don't care what you do, use every means to break my will, shake through my skin until theres nothing left to kill, slide down my throat and push upon me with great force, I'll swallow all of you to sleep inside my corpse.
All inside, close my mouth up, there's no words for all this handed up to us, forehead first, wrapped in shirts, black with earth.
So call me out, on to the beach, into the night, to search the camp, and tear up everything in sight, but they took my diary, 600 pages did i write upon this body.
All this time will soon explode for theres no room with all this handed up to us, forehead first, wrapped in shirts, black with earth.