Tekst:
Burn Season Closer

Don't say that it's over Don't say that it's over I'd kill to be closer Dont say that it's over I'd kill to be closer A moment im passing to

they both slowly stood up and climbed off her hands and showed me why she never took some time with a man they climbed deep inside of this woman's garden she closed

testimony, an irrefutable sign that there is a God The size, position and angle of the earth Is a scientific phenomenon to see A few degrees closer

I'm shining, with the fifth wheel falling flying down the block But if one of these haters, wanna jack me Slugs gon be flying, out the glock I click for no reason, this season

will take you and make you Everything you've ever dreamed Six days off the cuban coast When a sail ahead they spied A galleon of the treasure fleet The mizzen lookout cried Closer

just creeps so I sleep when I die Im screamin out why as I reach for the sky I danced with the devil God don?t even reply burn weed till Im high with

moving closer to deceit and all is solitude so be a part of the new start 'cause he wouldn't go this far as the sun is still burning the planet's still

dead over my shoulder I loose control again and again I'm out of order but on a concrete fundament feed the burning man inside try to, try to feed the burning

There's them old four seasons crying Up ahead there's something flying Five miles closer to the sun Check the gas and I wiped the window And I watched a township burn