An absentee God society grows impatient daily
Waiting for father's return to endorse
Their violent version of history
A blood soaked path behind the old rusted Chevy
Grown over with thorns and weeds
Is the beginning of the road that leads to the place
Where my heart used to be
And on the way there's a clearing in the woods
Blackened swing sets in a burnt down park
Deserted like the cavity that used to hold my heart
But life has better things than
Chopped lines smooth thighs
Coke whores in high rises
New York a cesspool of amorality compromising
I prefer dive bars muscle cars slayer shows
Drum solos northern lights
Stars at night big and bright
I spent my life letting you fill me with self doubt
But this guitar reminded me
And these drum sticks reminded me that heroes don't sell out
Never surrender
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An absentee God society grows impatient daily
Waiting for father's return to endorse
Their violent version of history
A blood soaked path behind the old rusted Chevy
Grown over with thorns and weeds
Is the beginning of the road that leads to the place
Where my heart used to be
And on the way there's a clearing in the woods
Blackened swing sets in a burnt down park
Deserted like the cavity that used to hold my heart
But life has better things than
Chopped lines smooth thighs
Coke whores in high rises
New York a cesspool of amorality compromising
I prefer dive bars muscle cars slayer shows
Drum solos northern lights
Stars at night big and bright
I spent my life letting you fill me with self doubt
But this guitar reminded me
And these drum sticks reminded me that heroes don't sell out
Never surrender
Waiting for father's return to endorse
Their violent version of history
A blood soaked path behind the old rusted Chevy
Grown over with thorns and weeds
Is the beginning of the road that leads to the place
Where my heart used to be
And on the way there's a clearing in the woods
Blackened swing sets in a burnt down park
Deserted like the cavity that used to hold my heart
But life has better things than
Chopped lines smooth thighs
Coke whores in high rises
New York a cesspool of amorality compromising
I prefer dive bars muscle cars slayer shows
Drum solos northern lights
Stars at night big and bright
I spent my life letting you fill me with self doubt
But this guitar reminded me
And these drum sticks reminded me that heroes don't sell out
Never surrender
Writer: Jered Keller
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