Текст песни Third Coast Dreaming - Bass Drum Of Death

All the birds seem to know my game
Child of the night but I've stayed the same
I'm in a trap working all for free
Fated you dissolve that remains to be seen

I wanna ride straight through the sun
Wax burn away don't care bout what we've done
I watch it fade black and turn into the day
Because I'm third coast dreaming and I really believe it's in my way

When did nighttime get so tame?
Got a bag of jumbos but it wasn't the same
Walkin' towards the heat but I quickly forget
Cause I'm sitting in the hills and I'm soakin wet
And I know

I wanna ride straight through the sun
Wax burn away don't care bout what we've done
I watch it fade black and turn into the day
Because I'm third coast dreaming and I really believe it's in my way

(And I really believe it's in my way)
(And I really believe it's in my way)