skinback Video (MV)

And I'm looking for your soul
Yeah
Everything seems so
Near
And everything is so simple
Yeah
Nobody talking
Whole room darkened (down)
Life spent spit hawking
To the top plans chalking
Now I'm stuck
Second guess the gold inside my gut
Red Blue patterns on the rug
But the rents hot to the touch, f*ck
Unchurned anxiety
In Front is where you'll find me
I'm spitting on sobriety
Scuttle for a smoke filled lung
To hang my head from my Body
Live between my arms and legs
These years laugh me in the face immortal mockery
See the tree rings as my monopoly
And I'm looking for your soul
Yeah
Tryna get the whole notion
Clear
Call your father up
Life is hard to love
Way too far to grasp
All them photographs
Graphs
Yeah