This is where noises & sounds are.You can listen what we're up to!
How much does an opinion weigh?Does it really matter what I
Born a wicked sonBorn a wicked sonI see what will be
Once more we sing alongTo this never ending songOnce mor
Eternal fury, the wrath withinScorched by the fires that sen
Never more worthy a head to severThink you're so, so fucking
The red creek carries me home, alwaysBurying my roots where
Come on, the light is hereOut of the cornerThe light is
So lay your deadIn our time rhymeWhen it heat's on
Music is a way to express myself when words fall apart. It is a white noise, a ferocious river I am pulled by but also one I share and listen.