I spend five days locked away
In a prison of piss scented snow and
Some mixture of blunt guts and shit
Trying to shake some demons while
I throw bleach down the fire escape
But peace does not come quick
I'll shut my eyes and let
The smell burn my sinuses
Hands bound in razorwire
Less is more
Every torrent of thought
Is worse than before
My brain is eating me for living this way
The release of friday is bittersweet at fucking best
Face first in a mountain of frost
To forget why I'm here
To forget that I'm lost
And I'll drown myself in firewater
(but)
The chain on my leg
Has fused to my bone at this point
I'm always rebreaking my limbs
Taking leaden strides
To where I end up never wanting to go
I should know: I'm not free.
(this song is how a jobs can break a person and make you fall into some pretty strong vices, in my case it was being a groundskeeper/laborer in a very dangerous place)
homies hitting up that old school dm while still tastefully retaining their core roots with no filler or corniness. a true fusion of death and core. Shroud