hase me Hunt me You can’t catch me anymore You teach me how to fight You keep me warm at night Till I go back into the forest After all those mealy biscuits
Wait!…am I?
Curse me Erase me You won’t catch me anymore
Ya ya-ya ya-ya ya-ya ya, ya ya-ya e-ya-e-ya
WAIT!!
Terminal cancer Makes you free The empty answer Such a joke to me I am going to be A very late bloomer I am going to be A bumper crop kinda farmer Never fear Working for the extras Right here In the ruins of Texas, yeah Texas Slowly going crazy Living on survival food Squeezing the rest of my life, Lacking all embrace, Out of a Mylar tube