Songtexte:
Swamp Thing Demo 06

'm sorry mom, I'm sorry dad For whatever future you thought I had College, Eagle Scout, what the fuck? Stress cracks are forming, and not from my trucks One more thing

I don't think you're close To understanding this But you're size and age Really don't mean shit Nothing you can do Will start to bring us down

Climbing your way through my friends How can they not see your foolish ends? I'm running out of room to breathe And you're spreading out like a fucking