when anxiety's asking who's gonna answer. it's not gonna be a god or master. I'm trying to stand tall after ever fall because after all it's only gonna be just me. I'm starting to forget all the things I promised I'd remember. money, the devil, or god you sell your soul to - you'll never get it back. a shell of a human is easier to crack. so I'll suck the life out of these ciggerettes like this town sucked the life out of me. I promise I remember the sinking feeling that led me here. and I swear I'm [bad word] into these mountains and I'm [bad word] back. moving on is the only option I have left