The Blues Remembers Everything the Country Forgot (feat. Wolf Weston)

Are these your dreams? Or violent memories? I have to wake from selectively Knowing your path can't be redeemed? And there's red everywhere I spy Resign my life to weight untied Know I'll be draggin' if I try And set my feet past where they occupy All day I travel these ruins And set my feet in pools brewing Running to a target moving But, ooh, I just keep walkin' through it Ooh, I just keep walkin' to it Ooh, and they just keep the target moving The blues remembers everything the country forgot Bloodstain, sweat, slip-knot Stop with cold chain More often than not The gaze the same Terror, terrain Christ in your organs, clot from the brain The blues remembers everything the country forgot Hands in the rot Slots in the swat Lynch swingin' on the block There goes the neighborhood Here comes mama with the Glock (bang, bang) The blues remembers everything the country forgot We waited and we watched, we waited and we watched Just up the block, eye on the spot No need to talk Notice the cops, three lights apart Back to the block We waited and we watched, we waited and we watched We waited and we watched, we waited and we watched Patient Slow meat in the pot Slow meat in the pot Oh, I just keep walkin' through it Ooh, I just keep walkin' to it Ooh, I just keep walkin' through it Ooh, I just keep walkin' to it There is no such thing as safety Because there is no such thing as industry and technology And risk and mitigation and insurance Without blackness