Nomads from Ailments by Wolves & Machines

I sold my consciousness in favor of fevers, doubts, and restlessness. Left my vices to the shore. Though you may think me a man among men, the truth is I'm ruthless. You let the truth in and you'll see that I need to leave. We'll waste away safe on dry land reciting the vows we made. Leave those bodies to the shore. I fear we're wasting away. I'll cut all the strings. I won't sit hear and wait for a nomadic life until this place kills the nomad in me. The road I chose is that of least resistance. It takes me where I'm supposed to be. Comfort rose and made me an offer and pushed my boat back out to sea. Don't strip my progress away from me.

• Rock
• Saginaw