Yeah, guess it all worked out

So, we taking off now

My bags are packed now

Seattle tack town

Airport hear the planes in the background

I was the president Wilson was the class clown and when we met each other neither of us backed down

(Wilson) This is more then free listening my soul you cannot buy

This is not a puppet show with some motive to get signed

This is therapy without it I might fucking lose my mind

This is the truth when I tell you I’m doing fine, (EAAAAASY)

This is the music of man who learned to survive just through the use of his hands and improved over time

The memoirs of a nomad damned and crucified

After this you’ll understand the difference from you and I