Boots from Caustic Songs by T.G. Olson

Bite the bullet. Nothing to lose.
Quaking, shaking in my boots.
All my born days worried blues.
Dark hues of foreboding skies.
Sleight of hand, busted truce.
Aching, breaking in my boots.
Strong will, now subdued.
That old wound, a battle cry.
Grains of sand falling through.
Sleeping, waking in my boots.
Faded sacred heart tattoo, can't undo.
Scarified.
Out of range, too far gone too change.
Out of the way, stubborn hearts estranged.
Out of range, never too late too change.
Out of the way, stubborn hearts aflame.
No regrets except for you.
Kicking myself with these boots.
In the grips of wide eyed youth. Who was who.
Amplified.
Mistakes two thousand two.
Half a lifetime in those boots.
Did the time, paid the due. Still unrectified.
Strike a match. Light the fuse.
Time to burn my old boots.
Jaded, raging mind renewed.
Days of old pulverized.
Out of range, too far gone too change.
Out of the way, stubborn hearts estranged.
Out of range, never too late too change.
Out of the way, stubborn hearts aflame.
Quaking, shaking in my boots.
Aching, breaking in my boots.
Sleeping, waking in my boots.
Time to burn my old boots.
Out of range, too far gone too change.
Out of the way, stubborn hearts estranged.
Out of range, never too late too change.
Out of the way, stubborn hearts aflame.

• Rock
• ambient
• desert rock
• doom
• drone
• metal
• United States