Текстове на песни: Anchor Arms. Cold Blooded. Good Dead Me.

There's on thing I still believe in, so bottoms up to a good dead me again.
Focused in on concentrating on pulling up to a bottle of a friend.
We all know just where we'll go. Please just keep an eye on us.
Long player, I'll play the fool like it's for real,
but tonight I'm here screaming out my lungs.
There's things I can't remember, open eyes never show you where you've gone.
Let's leave this godforsaken, poor excuse for a hell we're in again.
Long player, I'll play the fool like it's for real,
but tonight I'm here screaming out my lungs til the whiskey heals me.
Tonight I'm here screaming out my lungs