Текст песни Past The Black Hills - Pyrophoria

Badlands past the black hills
Sometimes a look is what kills
I come here but for no thrills
I drowned until I grew gills

What watches me at night I don't know
Sometimes the night is like undertow
And a riptide pulls me far below
Home is is wherever I go
There is a song that I I must owe

I write words not to impress
If so they wouldn't be in duress
The walls I climb don't get any press
And vultures don't want my address

I live here because I am bad
No one followed and I am glad
But one thing I'd like to add
Is I rewrote my life on a yellow pad