Fields Of The Nephilim - Phobia

There's a land
The dead has captured
It's no less beautiful
It's a phobia
In this crowded room
The people just stare

Send my soul to lay in a patch of ground {... to bleed apart your ground}
Send my soul to lay in a patch of ground
Send my soul to lay in a patch of ground

All my days, I'm turning over

The last time around here we go
I should be in Heaven but I don't glow