Wolfrik - Mortal Towns Lyrics

Everything is piling upThirteen miles of bad luckDriving right across the riverbed of the AthabascaMuddy waters took what's left of[Chorus]Drag the lake for any trace of how this used to beBefore it washed from your feetCount the days that you're awayAs it rages over everythingHey, you wake up in the middle of nowhereSell your time, selling your timeRelying on a closing windowAll your bets are on the blind[Chorus]Drag the lake for any trace of how this used to beBeforе it washed from your feetCount the days that you're awayRaging on ovеr everythingWe ain't booming like we used toWe ain't booming like we used toWe ain't booming like we used to