French Kiss The Abyss – The Garden

I lay around, I get heavy
You pull up on me in an 06′ chevy
I could’ve sworn I saw a woman inside
All strung out, fucked up, tryna get high
Like we couldn’t notice
Like we wouldn’t mind
Let it pass by alot alot of damn times
Naive, yeah you’re borderline blind
Focus on real life we always let it slide

Trace of the gaps
[?]
Not a [?] kinda been straight phoney
Horse to a pony
[?]
Shut the fuck up I don’t need any testimony
I ain’t got a grip too excited for my psyché
Clean my own light because I light up so brightly
Life will show you hell if you don’t use the high beam
Slide in to the hillside and slam into the nearest dry tree
Slam into the nearest dry tree

Like a piece of food, I keep getting swallowed
VP couldn’t be bothered
Getting ripped so hard, life is just a follow
Now were on the road, now we spin the bottle
Cut my photo, now I gotta shovel
Backtrack with this mime in this bubble
Need to get my act back, fighting in the rubble
Too many hours spent, too much struggle

In this inductive mystery, I just want you to get back to me
Been there, fucked up [?] (But when, but when you’re shot)
Say it like it is, I don’t wanna admass
So much on my plate I kinda wanna admit
Got something at your media, report back
So genius
I’m fuckin, Jesus
You ain’t talking to me, now you’re missing the bliss
French kiss the abyss
Mental disappearance
Inspiration in your wings, but when you’re shot
Inspiration in your wings, but when you’re shot