Walkabouts f..ck Your Fear
A rumble in my bones
A cold sting on my lips
The reckoning is almost here
f..ck your fear
New gravediggers born each day
Diggin' holes right where you lay
The reckoning is almost here
f..ck your fear
This don't seem like the end
It seems more like a bad beginning
Don't hesitate
f..ck your fear
Weakness coughs, then ricochets
Our boredom bleeds us wide awake
The reckoning is in the air
f..ck your fear
Dead folksingers lie in state
Acolytes scrape off their plates
The message falls onto deaf ears
