California Quail - Joe Weed

Please don't let the mystery end So I won't be forgotten Let's drown the trend and make it end I'll never let you go I'll be sitting on the base Effects are fur

Near us dark spells The first spin through hell If we push the altar Then we watch it burn It's my red hand I'm tied to the rack Sharp bones bare back And I hop

If no one's listening in I'd like to pull apart the core of you And squeeze myself back in And if we can't make friends then I will live my life in servitude an

The block is quiet and the tree bends I walk into our house Where all the doors are open You are lost and I'm found I'm working on nothing Extinction is dead I