Lyrics: Kyle Schlenker
Music: Kyle Schlenker
This desert (Watch as these vessels)
Has roaches (Are exposed enough)
Bad tattoos (To gain momentum)
A death wish (But you'll never leave)
His breath is dusty, his clothes are worn
He will kill you in a second so consider yourself warned
He has no father, was never scorned
He was raised beneath the hills by the coyotes and the thorns
I swear I'm close to
Familiar hands
As the river runs
Backwards through my vеins