Towing shit through the sticks, living thin, barely eating food
You can try and convince yourself to put aside the mental health and prove
"I can lead a life like this. I can be indifferent
I'll do whatever suits, and no-one will oppose me"
Washed up cigarettes on the beach, another night beneath the trees
Wake up with the sun that's my new routine, another day without caffeine
Despite all this, the raving sick will take its toll how it sees fit
Desperate masochist, but what a day to feel alive!
What's the course least explored? I'm keeping track and taking score at night
Aimlessly float about, try to overcome the doubts of life
The further south this vehicles goes the more my fears begin to show
Until I am exposed as just another foolish traveller
Washed up cigarettes on the beach, another night beneath the trees
Wake up with the sun that's my new routine, another day without caffeine
Despite all this, the raving sick will take its toll how it sees fit
Desperate masochist, but what a day to feel alive!
Washed up cigarettes on the beach, another song that I'll never complete
Wake up with the sun that's my new routine, another day in a rugged regime
Despite all this, the memories stick: the mountain love and the overpriced drinks
We feel enriched facing it, but what a day to feel alive!