Curl of the Burl (Live at Brixton)

I killed a man, 'cause he killed my gold
I put my hands around his throat
He tried to reason with the sky and the clouds
But it didn't matter 'cause they can't hear a sound

It's just the curl of the burl
It's just the curl of the burl
That's just the way of the world
It's just the curl of the burl

Splinters in my skin just like needles it bends
I cut through the pine, not to feel it again
But I never daze, running through these streets
I'm using my hands, cutting through the disease

It's just the curl of the burl
It's just the curl of the burl
That's just the way of the world
It's just the curl of the burl

I feed the ?

It's just the curl of the burl
It's just the curl of the burl
That's just the way of the world
It's just the curl of the burl