Third Coast Temple

Intro: verse 1 If I am mad, it is mercy To be alive not staring blankly And stern as a soldier while, as you get older Your callousness drags you right up to your hideous end All alone in the web you spin verse 2 If you’re alive, it’s a wonder That the current hasn’t pulled you under And dragged you down 900 feet From the air that you breathe just to exhale the bullshit that you seem to speak And brag about all the pain you wreak Invertebrate, too weak to crawl out of the mud So insolent, we fill our mouth with other’s blood Verse Bloody water seeps into the sand on the third coast And pools around the feet of a tall, broad shouldered man The town’s reflection’s like a crumpled up pay stub He’s making little plans, little plans, little plans Bloody water seeps into the sand on the third coast And pools around the feet of a tall, broad shouldered man The town’s reflection’s like a crumpled up pay stub He’s making little plans, little plans, little plans Outro Hang my reservations out to dry, cause I’ve got enemies to make before I die Hang my reservations out to dry, cause I’ve got enemies to make before I die