They don't know how old I am, 

They found armor in my belly

From the sixteenth century

Conquistador, I think

They don't know how old I am, 

They found armor in my belly

Passion out of machine revving tension

Lashing out at machine revving tension

Rushing by the machine revving tension



Morning broke out the backside of a truck-stop

The end of a line a real, rainbow-likening, luck stop

Where you could say I became chronologically fucked up

Put ten bucks in just to get the tank topped up



Then I found a place it's dark and it's rotted

It's a cool, sweet kinda place

Where the coppers won't spot it

And I destroyed the map, I even thought I forgot it,

However, everyday I'm dumping the body



It'd be better for us if you don't understand

It'd be better for me if you don't understand



Then I found a place it's dark and it's rotted

It's a cool, sweet kinda place

Where the coppers won't spot it

And I destroyed the map that I'd carefully dotted,

However, everyday I'm dumping the body



It'd be better for us if you don't understand

It'd be better for us if you don't understand

It'd be better for me if you don't understand



Let me out

Let me out



Let me out

Let me out



Let me out