Make moves
Trying to escape through your tendencies
The things that never happened tend to shape through your memories
Black skull fountain, downing water from the crystal lake
Liver full of whiskey sour, tongue full of pistol taste
Ain't no bitch in my blood
That ain't my piss to take
You never see your fuck ups 'round the corner till they hit your face
When I was younger, I would wonder what Jeannette would do
She told me "Never let your lowest points get the best of you"
Needle met vein, simple and plain
Left hand inside the dirt, right fingers tip the plane
I'm on my Jon St. John shit
Pomade palm grip
Butter-finger-Billy dropped the rope from out the boat
Snake oil, peddlin' the dope without the dope
Leather suitcase, tell me how them boots taste
Who say progression?
Meet your new favorite weapon
Came from out the dirt from which my boots lay depressions
Let me talk
Life is lonely up in Deep Space Nine
Terraforming landscapes over deep bass lines
What's the point
Life is lonely up in Deep Space Nine
Terraforming landscapes over deep bass lines
What's the-
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You could
Pace the eighths bassin' through my phases
Razor blade taste across the tongue
Trace what I've become to find balance
Rip me from the comfort of my ballast
See, I was nothin' more to you than soot
Dust from out the meteor you shook
Give a fuck on how this shit is supposed to look
Shoulda coulda, I fuckin' wrote the book
While you was countin' sheep I found my peace
I didn't have the space to house the grief
The storm sang, I heard the mountain speak
I mourned for you, I coulda drowned a creek
Dead silence, not a sound to peep
A supernova hung from out my reach
I caught what you been chasin' all your life
And let it slip into the sunset just to say I did it
Man, I'm sorry
Life is lonely up in Deep Space Nine
Terraforming landscapes over deep bass lines
What's the point
Life is lonely up in Deep Space Nine
Terraforming landscapes over deep bass lines
What's the point