Mountaineer Testo

adventurers
stab the days and wipe the blade let's put the magazines away
breaking rules and scamming trips doing anything to scratch the itch
we'll run away run away run away from a life imbalanced
don't fuck with the last adventurers
we're never gonna let this go
we wont have to
with brains in our head feet in our shoes
passport control ditching the real life
tight mountain roads that tunnel into coastal city lights just two machines outside the lines
living off alcohol adrenaline and filtered grinds
will you remember white knuckle nights Andorran alpine twilight
let's check our pulses when we get old to see what's real
dropping ropes we're letting go of population overflow
steel tight lips and tighter ships doing anything to scratch the itch
we'll run away run away run away from a life imbalanced don't fuck with the last adventurers
we're never gonna let this go we wont have to
with brains in our head feet in our shoes
trying hard to keep ourselves physically strong mentally awake and morally straight
instead of running for our lives
we got knives in hand to catch our fears by surprise
will you remember Blood Mountain nights in Appalachian moonlight
it's how we made our younger days shape worthy lives
we were the last adventurers
we were the last adventurers
will you remember white knuckle nights Andorran alpine twilight
let's check our pulses when we get old to see what's real
but we already know
will you remember Blood Mountain nights in Appalachian moonlight it's how we made our younger days shape worthy lives