One day you'll ride a rhizome
A wood car that runs on hormones
Defaulting on all loans
I don't buy it, they're unrequited
Lines of flight to the scratch-off vendor
Pass em' out with a pen and paper
Cross em' out and write your own numbers
Cause I want some semblance of independence
But I just get a taste of it
I just get a taste of it
I just get a taste of it
I just get a taste and then it's gone
Jump behind if you can stand it
Proof of grace has to be managed
Knee to eye and then you vanish
If you hate it, accelerate it
Every day I play along
Now and then I feel there's something wrong
In the near future there's a silver tide
Nothing human makes it out alive
Except me except you except them, accept
Some catchy tracks on here, and my guy is not afraid to rip a guitar solo. Sounds like Daniel Johnston country at times, and the album cover looks like a hip-hop record. Cidimon Arustavi