This desert (Watch as these vessels)

Has roaches (Are exposed enough)

Bad tattoos (To gain momentum)

A death wish (But you'll never leave)

Breath is dusty, clothes are worn

He will kill you in a second, consider yourself warned

He has no father, was never scorned

He was raised beneath the hills by the coyotes and the thorns

I swear I'm close to familiar hands

As the river runs backwards through my veins

I swear I'm close to familiar hands