I wake up to that low-end thunder
rust on my tongue biting blood off my lip
wondering if today's the day the hill finally wins
Make any excuse you choose to become irrelevant
Make sure you never go where I go
Drifted away and left me afloat
I'd have to be checked in again
if I were
forced to ever
Take another step in
The junk yard
My thoughts sure
I'll breathe and I'll be calm
I'll take a fucking
Pause
But for me and my thoughts
This is between me and them
They're mine
They know just as much
And all too much
Ill choke them to death
It's simple it's their fault
It's something inside of them missing
deeper this time, no mercy from the creater
We be digitally assisted, files all out of cognition, d da
Can see it coming through the dry walls no way
to fix this rusted-out dream I say burn it all down
surface looks green like summer
sweet like stolen moonshine drip
but underneath it's all strip-mine metal
trouble in faded camero
fear wrapped in a pill bottle
they play church on Sunday
still swear "bless your heart" anyway
trouble stacked high on food stamp quiet
I'm just waitin', eyes sunk hollow
for the mask to crack and fall into silence
dip out, ghost down a gravel road
nothing rides forever, not even this load
this camper is a trap house for forgotten souls
go ahead, slide from me
go chase whatever peace happens to be
leave me in the coal dust with the bassline and the drip don't spoil it
when the mask finally splits
heavy like a polyrhythmic breakdown at 140 bpm
I wonder what bleeds out
probably just more mask
probably just these hills
still screaming into the drop
Still having those doubts
But I'm
still here
still here
ReAsh
