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.

The coyotes in the woods they’re all lining up for the kill And the coyotes have sharp teeth and they’ve learned how to use knives And they’re picking the locks and stealing into your house nd drinking all your poison Now you’re packing the…