Wait for it to come
as thousands of seconds fly by
his eyes white with age
This rusted old wheel
Speaks to me of centuries of love and loss
of young blood too hot to lay still
"You're not old yet"
he yells as my veins spew dirt
"you've got time left"
he speaks as my feet grow roots
"You walk an old path"
he whispers,
all alone on the grass
Don't be afraid
when we grow
we find who we are
We peel away all of our dead skin
see the life beneath it all
Epitaph Records will be matching all pre-orders of “Always Foreign” with a donation to The Immigrant Defense Project. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 28, 2017