Brooks Was Here

Hours turn to days to weeks Feeling faint as I grow weak My heartbeat the only sound I choke this rotten air down Throat is torn from endless thirst Lungs are full, about to burst Fighting to feel any thing I refuse to let mysef sink I dug my way out from a shallow grave And Zihuatenejo called to me I swam miles through a river of shit And came out clean on the other side Scrape and claw with all my might Inch by inch I pray for light Forging forward, eyes ahead Thunder guides me overhead Finally the hell subsides The surface and my face collide As rain washes over me For the first time I am free I dug my way out from a shallow grave And Zihuatenejo called to me I swam for miles through a river of shit And came out clean on the other side No one would make a fuss Not for a crook like me So I choose to face my fear Under a carving that says "Brooks was here"