lyrics
Feel as the old man does,
Weathered and withered from frost,
And all of the must.
Flow as the river goes,
Tear down the sentiment that blocks your entitlement.
I own the mind of God,
If we are deities than hell's self induced.
We craft it's landscape.
Feel as the old man does,
Withered and weathered from lust
And all of the dust
That grows on bones of sloth,
Fein gluttony
And hedonistic dreams
Set fire to family.
Feel as he does,
A sinner and fuck,
That purely messed up.
He's no longer young,
youthful or healthy,
useful or needed,
sane or creedent.
No, no decay,
No early grave.
I promise you greatness and grandiose freedom.
There's treasure for you,
Volcanic gold shoes,
Obsidian trophies and hell fire smiles.
You've painted your landscape with acrylic nightmares.
I pray for you plagues and fallacies one day.
Only the finest treasures for you,
My God and my babe,
We're in love with a concept.
No, don't stop now,
This is no time to halt those legs.
Hold your chin up, boy,
You must go on to live another day.
No, don't stop now,
This is no time to halt those legs.
Hold your chin up youthful young boy,
You must go on to live another day.
credits
from
Summer 2013 EP,
released August 20, 2013
Written and composed by
Cory Ridenour - guitar
Seth Bridges - bass
Evan Kieffer - guitar
Nick magoteaux - vocals, lyrics
Composed and Performed on Album by:
Cory Ridenour - guitar
Evan Kieffer - guitar
Seth Bridges - bass, percussion, vocals
Nick Magoteaux - vocals, percussion
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