Slack Blabbath from Sew by Meater

I wear the mark of a man with no hope
Direction
Will power
Target or arrow
Stiff necked and sore as I draw on my bow
Second fiddle to your straight man's low down
And I won’t be tearing at you
And I won’t be crying here for long
Till you know me
A head full of steam
And I hear my
Hear my slingshot
Slingshot me off

So uptight the sad clown
Why so long faced now?
Dust it all off and call your sick dogs off

I don’t believe one word you say
You lost your chance
Honour to reign
Down on me
With anything I need
The right will
The right to call me the seed

Sew up the sad clown's mask
Let him bask in the tears at last
Dust off the damage
And iron out your deepest crease

Batten down the hatches
And lock the door
I wanna walk in circles
Till I can’t take it no more
Gotta be something here
Gotta be something close
I need my treasure and I
Won’t give a shit if it ain’t clear

I see a head at my feet
Said I don’t mind my head at my feet

• Rock
• heavy
• melodic
• sludge
• stoner
• who cares
• Vancouver