Testo: Young Livers. The New Drop Era. Dust & Desire.

Goodbye you bastard. Good luck motherfucker. It was out of the water and I wished I had drowned. And it's the greatest mistake. Wounds neatly placed. I lacked steady hands not injuries. I read on scraps of paper, "I'm simple, desperate. Fell down again last night, laughed it off this morning," and I wondered when the words would be worth living again. I read on scraps of paper, "The weight of words bring burden to the tongue and the taste lays me down," and I wondered when... Words were unforgettable. Actions are unforgivable. Voice is the reason but your voice didn't sound. The sounds the limit and the limit is the ground. These hands can't help me, these hands aren't willing. I stand beside myself to finally get some air or else I'd choke. I should probably swallow now. In the end they are still residing in my head I should know by now. To finally let them out