Lyrics Closed Ports - Baptists

Closed Ports

He’s imbalanced
On streets
Unchallenged
Lounging
He’s lacking
The values
Us rich
Are bound to
Strut passed
Turned heads
Not sane
He’s better off dead
Distance
Distanced
Take your eyes
And shove them
Through where his
Wounds began
Take your brain
From your head
Place it down
And forget