Trail Work

Making tracks We lay a trail For a poser posse to Pursue. They track and trace Hardcore Fidelity. Mend fences Claim dirt Under Fingernails To prove You Did some shit. Built something From the nothing Raised a house of sand and fog Then wonder Why we sinkin? Look for lanky life lines Turn fire On friendlies Count bodies Under breath Paint Alien numbers runic insinuations On the door to tell prey Of chosen status Blood the blade Wake it Make it hungry.