I cannot guarantee A fortunate family tree Because if you are what came before I'm not a leader or an artist But i'm drunk and poor Casually approach the things that you love most And sadness will disappear Casually let go of things you think you know What's left over will be real A fall from grace or a "becoming antsy" A typical flight from fancy
The end-all cure is my family curse A thirsty mouth and an empty curse Casually approach the things that you love most And sadness will disappear Casually let go of things you think you know What's left over will be real I have stayed from what i'm made And rearranged the naming The tracks have all been laid For hostility and blaming