'Til the shine wears off

Cause I'm a paper chaser

My eyes been stung with dust and blind

Let forever be at the Salton Sea

Lets do some living after we die

Hold On

Cumbia de los muertos

My knees are cold

scare your son and scare your daughter

I told you to be patient. I told you to be fine. I told you to be balanced. I told you to be kind.