I knew a guy back when we went to high school together he was
The kind of guy who didn’t really give a shit about you or your feelings
His name was Aspen, he rolls joints out of Bible paper
All dressed in black

And you don’t even know the half of it
Aspen was the guy that broke into the gas station down the street
When we were only sixteen
Now I'm 20 years old and he’s doing anything
Out in Colorado practicing his green thumb
One, two, three, four time zones away or somethin’


Death pact! save yourself
Death pact! save yourself
Death pact! save yourself!
Save yourself
Save yourself!
Save yourself!
Save yourself!
Save yourself!
Death pact, save yourself!

One time I decked him in the face when he looked me in the eyes and told me he was my replacement
But now we’re cool
One thing he taught me
“Always be yourself or you’ll never get anywhere”
He made a death pact with himself

And you don’t even know the half of it
Aspen was the guy that stole
Pinkerton out of FYE just to give to me
He showed me all the doom metal bands that I listen to
Went and saw Sleep play in Washington, DC
If that’s not punk rock then man you tell me

Oh shit!
Death pact! save yourself
Death pact! save yourself
Death pact! save yourself!
Save yourself
Save yourself!
Save yourself!
Save yourself!
Save yourself!
Death pact, save yourself!