Bass Gravel

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 

Aggressive horror core trap metal with heavy suspenseful bass drops and eerie pauses