ministry
eureka pile
I seem to find myself each time I run away Don't give me vivid in some yester body (selling) days ? Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of time Or do ya like some quick sand baby running off my summer wine  Same faces broken homes Those memories have fled All tears within me now are dormant or dead My viens are bursting with a thirst that you cannot ignore  Alright Eureka's Pile Now my savior, or my whore  There's a lot that they don't mind when things aren't what they seem I always wake up baby 'cause I always wake up me My life may ain't come to much  Ignore my history  Least my Eureka Pile can see some way I feel Ain't the way I see [Repeat: x 2]  My Eureka Pile and me.