Eight
John Cuminale, Tyler Farren, Brett Kucharski, Matthew Werts
How far can chaos really go
How deep can dumb-as-shit be
Do you feel it in your bones
Or in your blood when it ain’t what it should be
Can you believe the air
Can you trust your eyes
Do you clean the windshield
And just keep driving
There are voices you hear
And jokes you forget
And grass that grows
And gets cut above the dead
I’ll take it
any deep breath
any petty theft
Any spare change
any home
any range
Any way out
any time now
