Audios, Amigos

Red sand painted on a tainted wasteland
Rivers dry away
Can't call out to the rain
Voodoo dug deep of inside my mind
Always could be more
Can't get up off the floor

Shed all the excess
Scales fall from my flesh

A filthy coil lying to myself
No tag or name
Lost from where I came
I shift like sand, craving to be stone
Shapeshifting again

Cloudburst dreams are slowly getting much worse
Falling from the sky
Despising my disguise
Winding through scarring in the soil
Chained to my old ways
Can’t cough up my own tail

Shed all the excess
Skin will be undressed

A filthy coil lying to myself
No tag or name
Lost from where I came
I shift like sand, craving to be stone
Shapeshifting again

Skin keeps on peeling
I'm trying to rearrange
Can’t keep on changing
I’ve got nothing to hide

A filthy coil lying to myself
No tag or name
Lost from where I came
I shift like sand, craving to be stone
Shapeshifting again