i slept through the time of waking blind like a new soul born torn from the god that made me thrown to the hell below raised in a land of cages locked upon the dust up from the foot of a baby down to the heel of a dog just racing round with my brain done blown just wasting time trying to fill a hole here come all the signs a breaking laid from the hand of god you know strange is the way he made us lost in the burning sun mmmmmm mmmmm i can t tell what is damned or sacred can t tell you where to find no love strange is the way god made us lost in the hells above just racing round with my brain done blown just wasting time trying to fill a hole ooooohh ooouuu oooooouu woooou yeah i try to fill a hole wooouuu wooo you want it you need it you feel it in your bones touch it go on take it looking for to fill a hole looking for to fill a hole yeah you looking for to fill a hole mmmmmm mmmmm mmmmmm mmmmmmmm 
['gothic americana', 'lafayette indie', 'modern blues rock', 'rebel blues']