The Lifer
Jonathan Campos, Joe Linden, Ethan Lee McCarthy
Hell all about me
All around me
Gnash the language
Of old
The lifer
Doesn't know where he will go
Only who he is
And what he runs from
Doom pouring down like hail
Hot foot powder at the base of my door
I used to be grounded
But true reality is hell
Smothering and cruel
16 years, coming from pitch black asphalt road
Blood Pissy mattresses & hard floors
To monetization of the self
You're only one bad tour, one bad album or one bad member
From falling apart
Due to the desperation & CRIMES that come from living in the end times