Letra de Weaver

[Verse: OnlyOne]

What's a true soldier's demeanor? Has to protect
(Or) receiving the act of death (for) people they haven't met
Sleeping with past regrets, we grieving while they leave us in caskets dead
Souls screaming while trapped in webs

Bleeding arachnid fangs, eating a rattlesnake
A poisonous asp creeping out of a grassy hedge
Into a pharaoh's bed, kidnapping sparrow's eggs
Flint knapping arrowheads

The winter put the bear to rest in a cave of rock
I'm just a grain of salt, that's inside a ocean
I wish I could stop time at moments
Where life is frozen like a totem

There's nothing like atonement
If the people you love don't likely know it, it's time you told them
Psilocybin growing on the vines below me
Fire smoke blaring, tearing fibers open

In the very nicest clothing
This pair of dice I'm rolling either get me to paradise or Folsom
Got a pair of lungs but the air inside 'em smokin'
And I got a stomach but it's filled with parasites and ulcers

OK Corral shootout, desert cactus
Cowhide rattlesnake patches on leather jackets
Buzzards in the sky, rope hanging a bandit
In Heaven we all get to pick our own planets

Outlaws dueling it out one-handed
Tumbleweed passes, Schofields get brandished
Ranches on the pastures have their cattle branded
Underneath the stars like sheriff badges

Log cabin in the woods, Buck Knife and hatchet
Arrowheads sink in the sand and then vanish
Hieroglyphics in the thicket of my notepad
A thousand years ago, I would've scribbled on a stone slab

We red giants, you white dwarfs
Give me a moment of dead silence for Guy Fawkes
On July 4th on a high horse, slashing into your high scores
Like samurai swords, I wore

The Emperor's robe on a yellow brick road
And earned the Epirus Bow from petrified snow
My name's etched on a oak in Elephant Grove
I'm skinning a elk for the clothes, wearing feathers from crows
My guardian angellically spoke
It would make Mount St. Helens explode and melt all the snow
I'm happy if Hell is my home
Cause the day that I actually get there, it'll be 11 below
I'm defending my own, they should've left him alone
I'm deflecting their blows then collecting their bones

Everyone knows: my thoughts pouncing over heads
And hounding post defenses, counting ghosts in Heaven
Boundaries overstepping, housing loaded weapons
This how I'm gon' set it, so now you know the method