Old souls rest under dead trees
Intoxicated off liquor
From package stores
Talking shit and wasting precious time
With the weight of the world on their minds
A trap for many wolves
That used to run in packs
Upon open plains
Now they congregate
To devour their own souls
And watch dreams fade
Through window panes
I hear your faded whispers
Among the clattering of empty bottles
Telling me to live 4 U
And this I will do
4 visions that were sunken
In sand pits and county landfills
Eternal lyrics I spit
Until the blood 
Ceases to flow in my veins
Know that your lives
Were not in vain