Текст песни The Trials (Comadre) с переводом

It wasn’t gravity, it was the witches

Make your fingers into pillars

Hold all the stomachs in this town

They can’t stomach anymore

The wood on these trees smell like skin now

And old fires are full of carpenter stories

Where they push plastic nails through their smiles

It wasn’t gravity, it was the witches

Just wait till they cook up a cure for ignorance