I hide behind my pride as i peak over the fence
use my masks to my advantage, dashing rip hamilton
homies like the manson kin, they stand by my side
roz is smoking foliage, i look to the sky
the stars are few and far between, the pollution is rampant
writing in my notes, beard like samson
skin like cranson, gotta breathe with each step
gotta weave through the stress
im on a leash with regret
ashes fall down from the old poems ive burned
ravage any bird that comes close to my town
my frown got creases that can tell a hundred stories
hope my future daughter doesnt end up like laura palmer
my ex stared into the 8 ball and lost her way
i attempt to stay faithful through all the pain
when you lament the past enough the memories start to fade
so i treat each traumatic event a holiday.
Brain Rapp’s recent album deals with the ups and downs of real life: health scares, bad breakups and newfound love. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2017