Testi:
Bury Your Dead Fever Dream

have, I draw Just to push me through another day Heels dragging Heart lacking But it's so damn hard When the weight of the world Is on your shoulders

tell you that it's all in your head The unrelenting screams of both the living and the dead And they tell you that the war is over, the dead are buried

Mike Weever You die, what? From the two degree fever Me and my mans, lay it back, smokin cheeba Straight funk flat, plus I'mma make you a believer Ya dead

your Faces You are overthrown Your Skulls are Crushed in You are Destroyed Annihilated Gashed with Flints Your Windpipes Cut The Joints of your Backs