Bad Batch Lyrics – Del Paxton

A weekday afternoon, a quarter after two
You’re looking for a bad batch
Ripped apart your room
Looking for a clue because you need an out

An unread message on a phone
Holding out all hope on a safe return
Bound by every breath, trying to get one in
Strayed from the path

Laid bare death by exposure
Kept well by a bag
Stay below the threshold
Kept dead falling away from me

Strayed from the path, don’t you know better?
Strayed from the path. Finally found your bad batch
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Del Paxton Lyrics – Bad Batch

Del Paxton

Bad Batch