He became his own hero
A bottomless abyss, at least as far drinking beers go
Years past fast and the days go slow
There’s gonna be some days sun rays don’t show
Learning how to shine in the darkest of times
Even though you can’t see him, he ain’t really hard to find
Prone to isolation, the type that likes to stay in
That’s just how he is, it’s the way the world has made him
Couldn’t just go on and keep pretending
That everything is fine, when in fact, it’s probly ending
A fighter of the of the good fight when it’s worth defending
Can’t buy back the borrowed time that you’re renting
He ain’t attending, don’t invite him to your show
Unless it’s with the molotov to light it up and throw
Anywhere at all is where he doesn’t like to go
No one really knows him, but he’s really nice to know
Writing notes that the whole world should quote
He found out the hard way that life is but a joke
One day you’re rich, and the next day you’re broke
Pickling his innards with the whiskey from his throat
It sounds sad, but it isn’t all bad
Himself is all he’s ever felt he’s ever had
Holding on to any type of substance he can grab
Something that’s forever, not just any latest fad
He’ll fly the white flag when his cold toe is tagged
Still find a way to brag when his body’s in a bag
He’ll fly the white flag when his cold toe is tagged and his body’s in a bag
This album is an impressive feet of writing and sound design. Kill sets such an incredible mood throughout the record, and the writing is consuming, reflective, full of dark humor, and the weight of life. Easily one of favorite albums to drop this year. Bloodmon$y Perez
A considered scientific reconstruction of the hardcore NY rap album. You feel the cold chill that feels like NY but it's really the kind of cynicism this heinous world leaves the considerate ones. danielolneyfme