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