Brokedowns Apocalypse Seaside Heights
I'm on a wall
My hand made wall to keep out the weeds
To keep out the sprawl.
I can't stop them all.
I salt the soil so nothing else can grow.
It's not an answer its just an escape
We got too much stock in shitty crops.
Too much faith in faith.
Did your memory crash did you have a snake oil relapse
Cause if this is Armageddon I'm impressed.
