The terror sets in quickly too far from that great sea but I'll make it through the fall
The painted desert's beauty the four winds that once blew me I can hear them call
But the code set down by brethren of a long gone era has now cracked up and expired
The paths have grown over its every one for them selves and my dirty feet are tired
My throat is bleeding raw i'm so god damn tired
But the code set down by brethren of a long gone era has now cracked up and expired
The paths have grown over its every one for them selves and my dirty feet are tired
My throat is bleeding raw so god damn tired
Are you listening?
I'm so f*cking tired
Writing remains disjointed but the messages stay pointed targeting the soul
Too young but too grown up
We've spent our lives too f*cked up still we're many parts of a whole