Badlands from Mud by Sure, Machine

Everywhere’s the badlands when I’m feeling down
And everything means nothing when you’re not around
The mountains and the hills, they only block my will to survive
Cover me in flatlands and I’ll dig my way to alive

I’m slipping
I’m slipping

Climb up to the apex of the tallest hill you can find
Look through telescopic lens into the depths of my little mind
My mind, my mind, I worry that the will to live is gone
I’m holding on for something like to will to say, “Hold on.”

I’m slipping
I’m slipping
I’m slipping
I’m slipping

Everywhere’s the badlands when I’m feeling down
Everything means nothing when you’re not around
Everything means nothing when you’re not around
Everything means nothing when you’re not around

• Alternative
• folk rock
• indie
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Cleveland