We can't see where the road forks
And we're too old
And too fucked up to care now.
No family to hide behind.
No children to hold in front of us.
Unbridled freedom and true accountability is beyond humbling isn't it?
Except death
At this point death will never want us.
I've been through hell with you.
Near arrests,
Loss,
And our grip on reality being ever so slippery.
(for Paul, Sean, Peter, Chellow, Devin, and Susie
this song is about friends who even though you butt heads and argue its of no consequence and you respect pretty much endlessly and look forward to seeing.)
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