long, droney, buzzy. take it or leave it.

singing our own funeral song... rustling our feet through dead leaves that were once our flesh.

this was a hard song to play and sing... mostly because i was terribly hungover. oh yeah, and also it's horribly depressing.

sometimes i think all i'll ever need is you, me, a bottle of whiskey, and a couple of limes.

this ain't perfect, i've been working on it a while. the drums sound like shit, my vox are horid and the guitars suck balls, but i kinda like it.