Beaten Back To Pure

Tremor's Beneath The Skin

Beaten Back To Pure


I plant the seed, the burning bush, the Jesus weed 
Fortune shines away and everything 
Reeks like a bums cock full throttle and convoluted 
Spinning towards the Sun 
Hopeless and rotting inside 
Circumstances don't allow me 
To turn and flesh my pride 
Now you know where I'm coming from 
Shame I fail to cope 

Taste of leather straps 
Warm the cockles of my spine 
War bashed inside my bowels 
Flavor dredge and living large 
Needles snapped off in pelvis 
Bunny rabbits and warm fuzzy glow 
Murk for years that I've ignored 
Now my face begins to show