Music: Eric Roberts/Scott Gilmore/Thomas Jenson/Edwin Meléndez
Wake me up when we get back to the badlands
Blade in my palm, rub the dirt into my hands
I've become calloused and hardened
But ghosts have been calling me back to the garden
Stop, I don't want to dwell on these thoughts
Think I'd rather paint the walls hot
Red, messy, abstract expression
The house I was blessed in is haunted, infected
Bittersweet
Nauseates me
Hide it underneath
Fall asleep under the stars until they all fall down
I can't relate to any single one of you right now
Is there a medicine maybe that I could be taking to fully erase me?
I could start over with nothing and rebuild a life that's more simple and passé
I can rewind, but I can't restart
I can't take back what I've done for art
The bridges are weathered and aging
Obsessed with the work, and ignoring the maintenance
Bittersweet
Nauseates me
Hide it underneath
Underneath
Don't come close, I'm something noxious
Narcissistic, fatal, toxic
I'd take you down with me
Forget my name
Bury me in a nameless grave
Bury me