drink till I puke
smoke till I pass out
gotta get destroyed
to forget this misery
a victim of routine
swallowed whole by habits
my money drifts away
fading from existence
fucked up at my mom's house
secluded to my room
surrounded by reminders
that lead me to my doom
signed off to an early grave
Combines a lot of influences/styles/subgenres but in a way that totally makes sense in an unexpected way. The more folky/quiet parts have a lot of tension and direction which I think is a rare skill! Giles
Like a Spanish outlaw wrote this on a winter prairie while the ghosts took his home. Just an awesome piece with a rich tone. Check it out bubolunastella