Mark Walk - Wornin' lyrics

Linger tasting rotten soil Within the baker's deadly toll In the morning's dirty rash The rush hours kissing a** Finger through the dirty things Inside and out of everything Skirmish on the outer edges Of every single body's mind Simmer on the holy scale These vision makers only fail The FEAR OF GOD ON HIGH I've been out, so out of it I've been hiding out I've been hiding out of it Hiding so far out This been toasted walk upon Then giving up what we've become All cinders on this rocky road Melted ice cream over load Jump the prison plan advised We'll make you feel the jim jones' vibe As if to drink their poison Somehow better than what we become By vaporizing any of this wishful unsafe trip Catch the very essence draining On this slowly sinking ship Moving on towards horizons What's conceived will never be I'm thinking of saying of anything And clinging I've been out, so out of it I've been hiding out I've been hiding out of it Hiding so far out Find a way back out What a way back out...