The Four Horsemen

I ain’t livin' for tomorrow. I’m just sunken through the days
I’m not here for your long talk if you keep lookin' through the sun
I smoked a thousand lungs
But I’ve learned the lesson
I smoked a thousand
I have never seen the dry crow
Black frost rotting through the sleeves
I ain’t here for the tall man, black sun rotting through the skies in
Even through sun dying
I need the rest, and I’m down into this spell
I smoked a thousand lungs
But I’ve learned the lesson
I smoked a thousand lungs
But I’ve learned my lesson
I’ve been riven from the wrong turn
God please keep it through the deeds
I’m not here for the cold sun
Black frost rotting through the skies in