Cope

I'm pushing 120 just to ride away from my sin

Joel tells me I'm being a dick again

I smoke a cigarillo as I watch the lighting strike

When you finally hear the echo, it's nothing like the source

When you finally hear the cry, distorted from the source

Oh, how do I cope

When I'm living with my ancestors' ghosts?

As the sun finds it grave, my heart it does the same.

Trauma trapped dogs, I'll bite the hand that frees. I'm seeing the

Hereditary nature of my current state