Lyrics The Well’s Run Dry - Dool

The Well’s Run Dry

I know you’ve set out to die
Like critters in a fire
On a trail that leads to nowhere
My bloodshot eyes see all
Even in this Light
And I crave the needs of no Man
Rollover leaves of gold
Feast at the fires of hell
Ooh-ooh-oh-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Although you reach out to fly
You’re forbidden to the skies
With flaccid wings
You heed the omen
The well' s run dry tonight
By the glory of your might
I can taste the greed
Of all men
Rollover leaves of gold
Feast at the fires of hell
If I could be the one
To end your pride
I’d try
I buried myself
Into the netherworld
Holed up in a cave
For a thousand years
And I' ve seen your gods
Crawl
Over the skin of this Earth
They took one step
One too far
And they walked right into the Sun