Dusty Crypt Lyrics

Ya okay just let me think it over, holdin' on but never sober

Like I'm Hunter S

I damn near smashed and nailed her test

The bait and switch just for a cheque, gettin' let down like the rest

Depression eating all my time, I kinda liked my mind when it was mine

Foldin, Foldin, Foldin' over never mind

Blatantly just hurt my cause, way to caught up in the fog

Noddin' in and outta ugh

Noddin' in and outta pause, constantly another fraud defiling what I try to bring

Kindling admits the terror, it lingers on until were there

I wish I could just throw my fucks and cares into the air

Leave the

Leave the breeze to it's

Leave the breeze to it's own volition, biddin' on the other side cause I need some wins

Listenin' to how you backstabbed now you're where you are

Telling me to reach my hand out, but you're way to far

Way to far, everyone's just working on their magnum opus

Roped in, focused but I'm chocking when the chance is given

Good riddance, I kept it hidden where I stash my craft

Vastly based up all my innards, ya she still bitter that I did all that

Finish packs, than pass out all admits the cans

Wake up screaming crazy shit, like Alex Jones within a rant

Ya, Like Alex Jones within a rant

Really don't know

If I can find a way throughout this field

Feel the ground and see an I.E.D

Stand up just to realize that they're all surrounding me

Shopping sprees at pharmacies, all our pain is running deep

Vandalizing what is most important, life is horrible when sober

Slammin' doors I fuckin' needed, leave no room to pry them neither

Monsters in the dark I'll feed them, reeling in, just, all our, evil, fuck these chicks into a kegel

Early morning frost is on the grass surpass my chance of a quick glance up out the window

Gotta tip toe through these traps, in fact I'm wrapping up my feet so I can move around more sleet

A meeting with what trashed my sleep

I've been awake for several centuries just like a fuckin' tree

Tapped in with my mind and now I kindly shut my eyes

Avoiding contact till it's fine

The time up on my wrist, just shows, that I've lived longer than I wish

Wishing wells, are jokes, I'm livin' in hell for sho

She asks me, where I'm finna go, just tell her that I never know

Blowin' subs, in speakers, this bass hitting like Judo