[Refrain]
This desert (Watch as these vessels)
Has roaches (Are exposed enough)
Bad tattoos (To gain momentum)
A death wish (But you'll never leave)

[Verse]
Breath is dusty, clothes are worn
He will kill you in a second, consider yourself warned
He has no father, was never scorned
He was raised beneath the hills by the coyotes and the thorns
I swear I'm close to familiar hands
As the river runs backwards through my vеins
I swear I'm close to familiar hands