I don't wanna go outside
That's what I say most days but oh, how my ego can change
With my friend by my side
The lust to explore
If nothing more gives me peace, maybe reason to stay alive
But oh, how plans change
Wind cave, give me a break
Didn't bring enough water
Maybe enough for an hour tops, mother Mesa said
I don't think that you deserve to come back home this afternoon
Cactuses have paralyzed us, at least we'll die to a view
I don't wanna get back up
Yet I must find a way
I'll pull these pins and needles, bloodied my skin
Ow ow ow ow
That really f*cking hurt
Metaphorically a stick in the mud, but I lay in the dirt
I wonder now what's worse
Sitting here and waiting for death, or driving the hearse
Here to experience a birth
But a burial is what we will get, mother Mesa said
I don't think that you deserve to come back home this afternoon
Cactuses have paralyzed us, at least we'll die to a view
At least you will die to a view,
At least you will die, two of you
The truth is that I died, collapsed
On my floor just two weeks ago
I barely recollect all of your names
A blessing that I get to live
Reframe it as a gift to give
Sell my soul to start again
I don't think that you deserve to come back home to your small room
Light another candle, so mundane
As my friend you made a pact, the trail we'll never make it back
Might as well just f*cking pray for rain
I don't think that you deserve to come back home this afternoon
At least you will die to a view
I don't think that you deserve to come back home this afternoon
At least you will die to a view
I don't think that you deserve to come back home to your small room
At least you will die to a view
I don't think that you deserve to come back home to your small room
At least you will die to a view
We'll die to a view
We'll die to a view
We'll die to a view
We'll die to a view