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- ♪ 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