Anniversary - Street Sects

Claim your piece of dirt

Five years on the hour

Brake lights in the mist

You poor bastard

One long pull

Washing down his teeth

Blaming yourself again

One way out

Always out of reach

Just a little further and you’ll

Wash him off the street

There he goes

Been offline a while now

Been behind the feed

Switching up addictions

It’s all the same disease

You pay for it upfront

And then again at the end

Just one more pull

Washing down their meat

Catching your breath again

One way out

Always out of reach

Just a little further and you’ll

Sweep them off the street

Almost there