It's been a month since I've recored anything so I picked up a mic and began to record once again. I wrote this song back in February and didn't do anything with it until I picked it up recently to put chords and a melody together for it. Hope you enjoy! Lyrics: My fresh skin decays my strong bones wither away/ whats left to say tomorrow has past away/ my brown eyes become white my sturdy legs lose sight/ whats left to fight fears at a high hight/ all of lay in our own ash pile we pick the lentils out of the dust useless but we must/ forging on waking up to a monsoon in a desert waste land/ dead we're dead so dead.