Brokedowns Noble Rot
Hammurabi's code won't stop hammering me.
I'm buried to my neck in ancient dinosaur belief
I'm too far born for that shame it's too new for my primate brain.
I don't hold any hope it's gonna change.
But I heard their stories and drank their wine
But I couldn't stand the taste
I checked the grapes and I checked the vines.
Maybe it's the area... maybe it's the seeds.
I had centuries of noble rot shoved into my face
They always hold any motherfuckers nose to the stone until it breaks
My blanket used to keep me warm now it keeps me up at night
My mattress used to hold me up now it don't hold at all
