its cold out here when the mountains disapear
and i sink all my fear in a luke warm beer like quarters
but quorter of the time i feel like im on courters
hiding indoors from the morters
swiss cheese my surroundings, hide me front and center
document your findings things are only getting better
i cant say i breath as free as once aspired
the desire to conspire as a means to an ends retired
and as the road winds and stretches in to it
the infinit that feels so intimit i get sucked in to it
and i forget the miles ive left behind me
become a gitty school kid excited to head in blindly
i used to try to surprise myself once daily
now im hopen my mind dont fail me keep me from going crazy
my days are too short to waist them on regrets
i envy those that have the time to constantly reflect
but these eyes are open to the world outside that cave
the shadows that you staged no longer amaze my gaze
trust a man who says he searching for the truth
but a man who claims he found it lies thru his every tooth
ashes to ashes we all fall down
its cold out here when the mountains disapear
and i sink all my fear in a luke warm beer like quarters
but quorter of the time i feel like im on courters
hiding indoors from the morters
super glue the sceenery piece together the scene
caloge the imagry with my perceptions in batween
not quite the truth or an udder work of fiction
a desicion of conciose thinking vrs intuition
gabriel still smiles down to agnolage his knolege
fighting fate for power is an excersize in being pompis
we aint were we thought but thats the fun in it
place bets on tomarow be ready to have fun with it
hope for the best but no that hope is concieved
as a tool in the mind of politiciens and priests
dream of more but no that dreams are as usefull
in attaning the tangible as curing with medamusal
when the sun rises and everyones sound asleep
i feel as if theres nothing but the open road and me
take a drag of my cigarette stare at the sement
cant tell u bout tomarow but right now im content
ashes to ashes we all fall down
its cold out here when the mountains disapear
and i sink all my fear in a luke warm beer like quarters
but quorter of the time i feel like im on courters
hiding indoors from the morters
Bronx producer and D.I.T.C. member Buckwild enlists Fred The Godson, Flee Lord, Smif-N-Wessun, and a slew of others for a triumphant LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 26, 2020