Location Remote (Freestyle)

Live From the depths of Austin, Texas Riding on a 1000 nights out towards the sound of death Fire sticks light the depths You can the see the doubt that’s on our breath We don’t know what’s out beyond the great scope of life But we get out and battle anyway that we can hope is right Every days a mission Every night re load Every pain is pricking I try to soothe my soul Any way we tripping I hope I’m not alone I hope you feel no different This is the life we chose I chose parabolic paragraphs To ride in sonic Cadillacs And slam demonic parallax I scream at the heavens til I cause an avalanche Working down to the bone like I ain’t never had a graft Break it down and stun a man i’m snapping like a rubber band Holding everything inside my other hand Shooting at ‘em like I’m fucking son of sam Building temples on the instrumentals Gimme any pencil and I’m bucking fam It’s like heavy metal with a better tempo Pretty monumental when I come to jam I don't know where i am Lost Back when I was just seventeen I was writing lyrics with a severed dream Trying better spirits with a wetter scheme Just to get up on a little meta scene Coming down from Hollywood To the MIA where they gabbed on sight I seen them battling for respect and so I grabbed the mic Who’s this semi white Xenolite trying to get us hype Bet he doesn’t even make the semis right Or sign a deal to get him any sight Chatter from the silly petty type I’m talking bout the gap of men and mice I’m doing me and you can never bite Or even beat me in a penner fight Bitch ring the bell and play the beat loud Time for the beat down I’m civil peaceful But you weak clowns Need to be seat down Beseeching that you seek retreat now Or get the speech out I’m speaking with the a ton of heat thou Know now defeat proud I’m walking every day towards the sound of death But I do make the most of every breath every step Every last word I utter all that I have left