GHOST MOUNTAIN - KEVLAR (official audio)
Crowbar Kevlar on the dry wall Thats asbestos ritalin and adderall I'll say no way im quitting now But then its flight 180 when im coming down But I cant kick it like an addict like a land mine So im just running like a rabbit from a forest fire From a junk yard full of false starts Hit the pavement turn this shit to fight harm I took whats left A Brand upon my brain Now Im caught in the fold Dragging the coals Like a blanket over me Pounds on the vest Packed to the seams Like a burn pile way I lit up the trees Heard a rustle in the hay Hiding in your old barn Had to get out the rain So Im staying in the bell jar I heard I heard Its the self I’m bound Isle of the lost but im bouta run ground Move on Move on cut the mooring line Till the sails get stitched in the morning light Got me on one pulling out a prophecy Apollo Im bouta spark another passage out the Bible I be the witch of the wood the way im in my hovel Fuck a disciple i’m just looking for a follow Crowbar Kevlar on the dry wall Thats asbestos ritalin and adderall Ill say no way im quitting now But then its flight 180 when im coming down But I cant kick it like an addict like a land mine So im just running like a rabbit from a forest fire From a junk yard full of false starts Hit the pavement turn this shit to fight harm
Crowbar Kevlar on the dry wall Thats asbestos ritalin and adderall I'll say no way im quitting now But then its flight 180 when im coming down But I cant kick it like an addict like a land mine So im just running like a rabbit from a forest fire From a junk yard full of false starts Hit the pavement turn this shit to fight harm I took whats left A Brand upon my brain Now Im caught in the fold Dragging the coals Like a blanket over me Pounds on the vest Packed to the seams Like a burn pile way I lit up the trees Heard a rustle in the hay Hiding in your old barn Had to get out the rain So Im staying in the bell jar I heard I heard Its the self I’m bound Isle of the lost but im bouta run ground Move on Move on cut the mooring line Till the sails get stitched in the morning light Got me on one pulling out a prophecy Apollo Im bouta spark another passage out the Bible I be the witch of the wood the way im in my hovel Fuck a disciple i’m just looking for a follow Crowbar Kevlar on the dry wall Thats asbestos ritalin and adderall Ill say no way im quitting now But then its flight 180 when im coming down But I cant kick it like an addict like a land mine So im just running like a rabbit from a forest fire From a junk yard full of false starts Hit the pavement turn this shit to fight harm