F.O.G Original
(15) My strength withers like scorched clay,
My tongue sticks to my gums, You lay Me to a dusty death.
F.O.G
(15) My strength withers like scorched clay,
My tongue sticks to my gums, You lay Me to a dusty death.
F.O.G MSG
¹⁵My strength is dried up like broken pottery,
and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
You lay me in the dust of death.