When the world pronounced me dead

put me in the grave

the cut off my legs

it was not long

I couldn't hold my mouth

I ran my head

I ran my head



It's strange to be around again

things might have killed me

but not the bastard in the skies

I was fucking with the plan

asking for it all,

call it karma or guilt

being dragged down the road

call it wisdom or ignorance



But it's still alive

and it's in me now

and it lives and breathes

but, I can't give a fuck

I've got a big mouth

and there's a lot to learn

from a bottle of whiskey

it's where you come from

(the south)



A remedy to the curse

cold turkey, drop the bomb

on harder wares control

suspend above, become one

Look at what's around

It may piss you off

It might be shit

But I just can't lie around

Feeling sorry for myself



I could care less

(from weed and whiskey)

I fell in front of my friends

I dropped out in front of the world

you call that supernatural?

I ain't



Black wings will weather your flight

for some there's no second time

following paths of your life

I stepped off the mountain to the sky



watch your ass no

it's where you come from

it's where you come from