Nobody Told Me

Melting down the guns of your past

Rusted, black, tilted toward blast

Dead man memories cut into sand

Trusting you without a mind

Strike against the time of the beat

Chemist stuff, decaying streets

Memories cut into sand

Melting down the guns of your past

Nobody told me that's what I wanted

Nobody told me dead man memories

Climb the walls

Clear the throat

Climb the walls

Clear the throat

Clear the throat

Climb the walls

Clear the throat

Climb the walls

Nobody told me that's what I wanted